Flop Diary

January 20th

I ate braised chicken downstairs this morning—but it turns out braised chicken isn't suitable for breakfast because it's too expensive.

While eating takeout at noon, I casually opened the Writer Assistant. I haven't been keen on looking at the increasingly dismal data lately—but after looking at it, I realized it was definitely better not to look at it, damn it!

I secretly slacked off in the afternoon without telling my boss—I even secretly replaced my keyboard for it, otherwise the old keyboard at the company with the loose space bar would have been discovered if I typed fast.

The experts in the group were discussing what kind of chair they should buy when writing, and they finally came to the conclusion that the more expensive the better.

A group of people were there, laughing and crying, saying that a Herman Miller that costs 10,000 yuan is really expensive. I moved my butt back a bit and rubbed my non-existent lumbar support against my 200-yuan chair.

Then I typed a question to them, "Will a chair that costs 10,000 yuan hurt if you sit on it for a long time?"

"It will be, but it's not as uncomfortable—it would be better to get a massage when you have time," the big shot said.

That's so true, I really admire that.

But I sneered in the office, and the boastful words I was about to write didn't turn into bold text on QQ.

Because my herniated disc flared up again...

I need to stay in bed and take one day off.