Sadly, I am not referring to a decision by the powers that be to shake things up by blasting music at the end of the workday for a happy hour booty-shaking dance scene in the large conference room (But wouldn’t that be fun? Then again, to think of some of my co-workers dancing is enough to give me nightmares.)
No, I am in a work funk. Funkity funk funk funk. I jus’ don’ wanna, ya know? Anyway, carry on. I’ll snap out of it sooner or later.
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