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It's like playing a game of tag with that one kid who changes the rules to his/her advantage the whole time. That kid is everyone above me.

I wish I could mentally go back in time and tell every adult in my life that they are full of **** when it comes to people growing and maturing.

Almost nothing changes. In the place of fists on the playground are e-mails, memos, and meetings.

This, I have known for many years. Today is just another day that I am sick ...