Because someone has to chronicle the travails of our beloved Alan.
It started innocently enough. A late-night meeting, a box of donuts on the break room table. But things quickly spiralled out of control.
Read the full accountIt was a typical Monday morning. The kind that starts with a strong sense of dread and a desperate need for caffeine. But little did Alan know, his day was about to get a whole lot worse.
Read moreIt was a meeting with the big cheeses. The kind where Alan wanted to make a good impression. But his body had other plans.
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