In the afterglow of sexual harassment . . . I had a very important meeting today with the big, giant heads from corporate. One of those meetings where you bring an extra shirt to the office just in case something happens to the one you started out with. One of those meetings where you actually shine your shoes before.
So, what's the worst possible thing that could happen under that kind of pressure?
Pit stains?
Invading Visigoths?
Stroke that leaves you unable to speak any words that aren't profanity?
If only . . . nope, my office flooded from all the heavy rains. FLOODED!! When we're suppose to be having a drought.
I now have a desk floating about in a smelly swamp. What a way to impress those who could give me a raise, eh?
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I would think that would make them understand just how badly you need their funding? Am I wrong?
And I refuse to believe our treatment of waiter boy was harrassment. Isn't harrassment defined as 'unwanted' sexual attention and comment? I saw no unwanting. I mean....I'm just sayin....
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