Have you ever sat in your cramped work cubicle with thousands of emails piling up in your inbox, millions of missed meeting notifications popping up on your iCal, and the muffled plop of your co-worker’s gassy farts, which he squeezes out in threes, ringing inside your ears? It’s enough to drive you insane, right? How did you become a desk jockey shoveling papers, managing inane projects, kissing old wrinkly white behinds, and humoring stupid people? You were supposed to be an astronaut…

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