A shot of my old college dorm

When I returned to college, for what I like to call my second freshman year, I lived in this dorm. Why? because I essentially painted myself into a corner and I needed a place to live for the year.

I did the math, and staying here was cheaper than renting an apartment somewhere and then having to worry about food and transportation. Living in this particular dorm made sense, and the price was right.

What I did not count on, was that the place shut down during holidays because they expected that people would have a place to go. I did not have a place to go, so I relied on the kindness of relative strangers for a place to stay during the Christmas break.

I was an asshole to these people. I’m sure of it.

I’m sorry I was an ass.

Yesterday, while in traffic I took a shot if my old college dorm. @dobiecenter #atx #austin

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Non diary, hummus based “pizza” should not exist.

One of my co-workers ordered this abomination for lunch. It smells horrible and this picture does no justice to how horrible the colors are on this thing.

This “pizza” should not exist. Actually, I don’t think that this should even be called pizza.

Non diary, hummus based “pizza” should not exist.
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Seriously, Do Not Take Work Calls Here

I can’t think of a delicate way to say what I am about to say. Let me just come out and say it.

The toilet stall is not the place to take a work conference call. I don’t care how important the call may be to you.

If you have to have a bowel movement, you hold it in your office or you face the consequences of your indiscretion in the bathroom.

Do not take work phone calls in the toilet. You specially do not get to be angry at me because I happen to finish my business just as you’re starting to talk. Period.

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