Olivia
I'm creating an Excel spreadsheet.
I don't know how to create an Excel spreadsheet.
I'm sitting at my desk, pretending to create an Excel spreadsheet, and I've sweated through my clothes. Luckily my makeup is made up of some kind of nuclear waste material that's completely waterproof.
I've been in the office for two hours. Rock disappeared as soon as we got here, mumbling something about Brazil and the Arctic Circle. His assistants told me to create a new spreadsheet for his shopping needs, and here I've been ever since.
This program was obviously created for rocket scientists and brain surgeons. Not uneducated single mothers wearing almost-bras. It's the like the columns are laughing at me. Maybe I can throw the computer through the window and then nobody will discover that
