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I’m sorry, coworker. If you are on the verge of tears just to come into my office and speak with me, perhaps you need to better regulate your emotions. I understand that you’re my elder and you tend to hold a grudge, but honestly, I don’t give one single fuck about that.

Rules are rules. Policies are policies. Procedures and tasks are just that. Those are what we get paid to do. Not have a fit every time the higher ups send us more micromanaging busy work.

Get over it. Get over yourself. Get over the fact that I had to chew you out a year ago; which if you had just done your fucking job, I wouldn’t have had to do.

Sigh.

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When the Work Chisme Plot Thickens.

WOOOOOOOOOOOT!

It’s already been a fucking morning.