It's me again, Wanda Mae Epperson, in the Back Issues Department. You people obviously have no IDEA what my life is like.  I'm sitting here in this like dingy little room behind the ink spreading department where all I can hear is the glub glub glub of the ink spreaders.  My boss won't let me listen to my favorite tunes on KNUZ.  It's like real frosty in here and I have to wear all these sweaters and stuff to keep from freezing to death.  There's no windows so I can't even like SEE outside.  I have one metal desk and a flimsy little chair that squeaks all the time and it's really uncomfortable.  I'm surrounded by these piles and piles of old back issues and my boss keeps yakking at me to get them organized or something so we could like actually find something if someone wants one.  Like who wants them anyway? Sheesh!

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