All I want to do is jump over the cubicle wall, shine a flashlight in my coworker eyes and scream "TELL ME, WHERE ARE YOUR REBEL FRIENDS NOW!! BUWWHAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH!"

It's so not my fault either. She's got cookies over there and she is only letting me have one every other hour!
I think she's a control freak. Actually she's not, I'm just getting anxiety attacks for the lack of cookies. They're even the assorted kind that came in the little tin.
TORTURE!


Totally a Thursday that needs to be a friday.