Gahd, I hate small talk.
I frequently find myself attacked by small talk, mostly during lunchtime. While I understand the value of trying to get along and finding something to get the conversation ball rolling, talking about the SAME THING almost every other day just kills it. I mean, if I have to say again how we employees must wear our uniform from Monday to Thursday and that Friday is a wash day, I might just as well hit myself on the head with a club or something. Spare me!
And yet, every time, I endure it. Why? Because I have to, damn it! That’s the thing when you’re not totally free, so to speak.
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