Today was my 15th anniversary at work. 15-fucking-years. How did that happen because I know I am not old enough to have worked somewhere 15 years.

If you'd told me on my five year anniversary that I would still be here now, I would've laughed in your face.

And now? 20 years doesn't look that far away.

My boss brought in some breakfast tacos and gave me my new service pin. Which I shall put in my jewelry box with the others.

Best thing about 15 years? Four weeks vacation.

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