Spent my afternoon dismantling a cubicle desk, adjusting the height, and putting it back together. My hands are blistered and the constant screwing has left my wrists sore (that's what she said, I know, I know...there was really no other way I could've described that).
The task itself just depressed me, since I couldn't help but think of the poor soul who would be occupying and subsequently wasting away in this closed off void of a workspace.
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