tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-1112023292535376772005-03-28T10:05:00.000-05:002005-03-28T10:21:32.536-05:00

I I owned a gun, I'd probably shoot myself right now. I get to work to find a post-it notes on top of all the files I gave my supervisor to sign so I could give the finalized transfer registers to my coworker. These files are back on my desk, and the note says: I need to sign hard copies of the transfers. Please reprint on hard cards. Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit! So I go to my kind of

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