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So, the floor I work on shares space with a gym. Occasionally we get things like people changing in the bathrooms, sometimes in the stalls and sometimes you open the door and go OH GOD WHAT.
On my way to the break room, I passed a man with no shirt on and extensive tattoos ringing each wrist to about halfway to his elbows, and then two round concentric circles dead center of each pec.
He turned towards me as I walked past, and I swear to god they looked like eyes.
...
Sometimes, my workplace is awesome. In like half an hour, I'm going to go listen to my big boss talk about how our department's doing and maybe finally get to attach all the new names to faces. This probably won't do me that much good, because I have horrible name-to-face association, but I can try! Sort of.
On my way to the break room, I passed a man with no shirt on and extensive tattoos ringing each wrist to about halfway to his elbows, and then two round concentric circles dead center of each pec.
He turned towards me as I walked past, and I swear to god they looked like eyes.
...
Sometimes, my workplace is awesome. In like half an hour, I'm going to go listen to my big boss talk about how our department's doing and maybe finally get to attach all the new names to faces. This probably won't do me that much good, because I have horrible name-to-face association, but I can try! Sort of.