Dear co-workers,
You are paid to be here until 8pm. Not 7:30, not 7:45, but 8.
Asking me (well no, whining at me) "Can I go?!?" does not actually excuse your poor work ethic.
There is plenty to do if you look for it.
You could scrub blood off the desks, replenish supplies, hell! you could even sit around looking at the ceiling for all I fucking care.
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