Interior designers are addicted to animal crackers. They are our heroin. When I was in college we used to keep a 50 pound keg of them in the studio. Now, we keep a plastic bear full of them in our office.
Throughout the day, when an interior designer needs to rejuvinate, we gather, as a group around the plastic bear for worship.
Today, as usual, the conversation went south.
One of our older designers suggested we nibble around the "animal cracker genitals" to avoid being gross. This thought sent our boss running for the shelter of his office. So now, we're saving a big pile of cracker crotches for our boss.
Employment doesn't get any sweeter than this.
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