factory fever
When you're stuck in the same place with the same people for so long, you start thinking they're the most amazing people in the world, even if they’re loud, messy, and smell like old socks.
I told my coworker he was my favorite person. He said he was mine. We’re now best friends. He’s a weirdo.
I asked the guy who always sings in the break room if he wanted to be my best friend. He said yes. He’s a weirdo.
I told the lady who eats cereal at her desk that I loved her. She said she loved me back. She’s a weirdo.