high on the fumes of success and liquid paper

so i had to move offices yesterday, which i am not happy about. i lost air-conditioning and serenity. but now i am closer to the woman who orders the office supplies. that's right, i've got my own bottle of wite out now. it's mine! all mine! no one else is allowed to make corrections with it! and when a fellow co-worker overheard that i had my own wite out, she asked our ruthless supply orderer if she too could have her very own bottle of wite out and she totally got shot down. no wite out for that be-otch. i'm senior librarian. fear me and my liquid paper.