I had my first taste of my boss's infamous rage last Friday. I wanted to walk out on him just so I could stop hearing his voice, but I didn't. I was afraid of his voice, yes, and moreso the words that came out of his mouth. I was afraid he made sense, and that I'm missing out on it. But I'm more afraid that once I walk out that door, I am walking
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