Ah, your old friend, the Monterey Jack chicken taquito from 7-Eleven.

You think you’re hot shit, then the week of annual performance reviews your Senior Director DMs you you need to “step up” and the Head of Product blows up your project.

So you work to pick up the pieces, and you find yourself near midnight unable to find a bag, holding your oily old friend in your bare hand, schlumped!

It could be worse. You could be the cashier arguing with the bros $3.03 doesn’t cover $3.26 for a lighter. Schlump over your old friend, get some rest, and move forward.