You’re dead set on charging forth with your posh jobby goal. Your workmates can’t suss out your game plan. You don’t just clock in and out, oh no, you’re mad enough to believe your job’s some noble cause worth your blood, sweat, and tears. Lucky charm: A rubber duck. Because when your colleagues finally throw you in the deep end, you’ll have something to keep you afloat. Quacking mad, if you ask me.

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