(There was an RP that derailed in a flame war? *glad I wasn’t there*)
Granted. It comes in the form of 300-pound strongmen bench-pressing you.
I wish for the damn administrative assistant to come back quickly from her extended lunch break and get me my invoices so that I can stop camping in this place that isn’t my school and get my report printed.
Granted, your card becomes validated and you become a member of the “Deduct Savory Taste Tests” committee and get to work; however, you choke on an octopus leg on the first day of the job and die.