Work calls. I pretend to be deaf.
Then it starts pounding on my head.
Replace the dog house with an isolated desk with no windows, replace the typewriter with a 30-pound laptop from the 90s, replace Snoopy with a sleep-derpived, broke, overworked college student, and you’ve got me interning my days away for no pay.
(Source: lickypickystickyfree)
