Out with a Bang!

So it's my last day on the Cube Farm and a few of the Ladies here at the office have decided to send me off with an impromptu lap dance before mgt clock in. Three of them snap their fingers and start singing a chorus of "Let Me Show You My Apple Pie(?)" as T___ spins me around in my swivel chair and proceeds to booty shake-grind around my lap.

I man up and take it like a gentlemen: Strictly hands off but with the eyes on the prize.

It ends with a round of applause from the entire Cube.

Now apparently there's a breakfast banquet.

Exit Interview!

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"I never wanted to be anyone else!"

Goodbye Corporate America - thanks for ten years of drug-test free employment!!!

*mwah*