My one complaint about life right now

… is that I work at an advertising agency where I can’t take my dog to work.

Total first world problem.

I just feel so bad leaving her at home all day. Especially when she would be able to just snooze in my cube and play with raw-hides all day if she was here. And my rug would be in perfect condition (it’s only a little chewed right now).

It’s not the agency — it’s the building management. And supposedly when we move to a new building in like 2 years, they’ll allow dogs, but for now it just makes me so sad.