See My Whiskers?

my work makes me feel like a mole. i have never worked somewhere that places so much emphasis on its employees (except security) kind of fading into the background. we have a whole network of underground tunnels and behind-the-scenes ways for us to scurry around without your average visitor knowing it. because of a huge bloch & sosland party last night (big old bigwigs at my work), i had to take an elevator and basically walk under the party so i did not upset the rich folk by walking through their shindig. whenever i leave work (assuming that i leave when it is still light out), i walk through all of these tunnels and then into the deep dark parking garage, and when i drive out i literally go momentarily blind from the sunlight. soon i might grow whiskers, which could be kind of cute, but i'm going to draw the line at buckteeth.