What do you do when you receive a mysterious invitation while you’re working at a boring, monotonous job? You DONT accept it if you have any working brain cells. But I guess all my brain cells were fried and devoured by the grueling numbers of spread sheets. Yeah, that’s the reason I’m going with for accepting one such invitation.
I never said I was the picture of sanity, did I?
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