I thought I could get out of here by 11:00. I was happy. Ahead of sched. Call back at 10:59. I had my pack and jacket bundled nearby, I'm drinking water, no more coffee. I hear it ring 3 times and my boss appears out of NOWHERE with those buggy fucking eyes. Here I sit with 2 more sales and 2 other sad sacks. Have fun at the Gorge tomorrow, assholes. Seriously, I hope it's a mule train.
Friday 2:40 PM
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