You know what I hate? What I really REALLY hate? When I stay late and work my ass off and when I come in the next morning and my boss is all, "Why didnt you get all your pages up? This really needed to get done yesterday
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I caved and called my boss back at 730 last night. After I capped off my two-beer happy hour with another beer at home. So I was kind of drunk. I took more pleasure in that than I would have out of waiting until the morning.
*hug*
Just sing the country ditty: "Take this job and shove it! I ain't workin' here no moooooore."
If and when I leave my job, I'm so tempted to either hopelessly password protect my spreadsheets or trash the fuckers. Some days that thought keeps me going.
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*hug*
Just sing the country ditty: "Take this job and shove it! I ain't workin' here no moooooore."
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