I try and not ask "Are you on fucking crack?" of my supervisor too much, but it's hard sometimes, especially when he comes over to my cube carrying emails that he has printed out and is about to hand to me.
I know he knows how to forward an email.
Non-Zero Factors
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My Chamomile tea smells of dry grass, and cat fur. I let the warm scented
steam ground me while I look around for a place to sit in this Community
Coffeeho...
3 weeks ago
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