Embalmed
I swear that the “leaders” at the Veggie Patch are pumping formaldehyde through the air ducts to keep us drugged and preserved. There is just a noxious odor that permeates the building, and I think it’s eating away at my brain cells. And let’s face it, I no longer have blood flowing through my body — it’s been replaced by coffee and beer. Mmm … beer. … At any rate, my job isn’t so bad, yet the toxic gas that’s infiltrating our offices has GOT to be the reason why I just want to die, every time I come in here every day. …