The District Manager calls me up this morning. He needs to talk to me when I get into werk.
Not the manager. The district manager, who runs like eight shops.
I get into werk and there he is. I'm like "Oh shit, here we go..."
He gets me into the office, and just wants to "talk". Basically, he wants to know what happened last night. My first
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i hate people.
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Like campfire sex, or something.
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