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I broke my foot doing a solo polka at 8 in the morning on a weekday in my own kitchen. I did not make up an alternative story to tell my boss when I had to call in for the rest of the week. I regret that.

For my convalescence, I ordered a pair of birks and a pair of crocs. Then I took the nytimes “are you flourishing” quiz, and the answer included a mental health hotline. Fair.

I ask for no privacy during this time but do request ways to slut up my birkenstocks, thanks.