Scary work crap…

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Today, the battle-axe lady and the tech-guy-president are at work with one of their kids. “Both our daughters like Frank,” she said. “That’s because daddy doesn’t yell at us, like you.”

She’s now on the phone, talking to the parents of the secretary who called in sick. Just to make sure she really is sick.

Earlier today, she “had a talk” with me about how I came in 20 minutes late the other morning and left at the normal time. There was no way for me to get a word in edgewise. So, that lunch I didn’t take the other day and the short lunch I took today don’t count for shit?

The longer I stay here, the more mean my exit interview will be.

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