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The coffee shop I'm pretending is my office today is awash in tall fit redheaded blokes. (And, at different tables, a roughly equal number of young women in hijabs.)
Rather than letting me (tech support) deal with our guys in Tamil Nadu (software developers), my boss insists on translating a technical description of the problem into gibberish and forwarding it himself. With predictable results.
As my hours are capped due to economic malaise, at this rate I'll get the last week of March off.
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