Aunt Daphne made a delicious, tearfully-spicy cajun dish called Dirty Rice when we got back to the house, and that was pretty much the end of that day... other than the excitement when a tiny white gecko was found in the fridge. I'm pretty sure you are all aware of the sarcasm implied by that statement? I resent the fact that you give prefrence to an employee who lies, manipulates, and is ineffectual at her job just because she has her nose so far up your ass you can't tell where she ends and you begin. I don't care enough to warn you that she is the kind of woman who will make her way up the company on the backs of other people.
Ah for it to be blindingly obvious that I have no standing and am nothing in the eyes of my boss. I worked hard them over the years and that rose bush was getting really big and she just had to go cut it down. I dont think they know that this Thanksgiving will also be the first anniversary of her fathers death. Actually I didn't sleep that well last night, but the night before was splendid in my deep unconsciousness. It was actually very calming, being almost naked in warm salt water, breathing without effort.
It was entertaining.
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