Burning Bridges: Surviving the Hellish Clutches of Incompetent Bosses
My Oral Surgery Didn’t Matter
Dental work is about as fun as a migraine and often leaves one unable to communicate without drooling like a St. Bernard. Surgery calls for some R&R, especially if one’s job entails customer service.
The store owner crashed into town, demanding an emergency meeting and employee training session. Our poor protagonist had to attend, mute and in pain, with a mouth full of gauze. Talk about putting one’s money where one’s mouth isn’t.
Next: No death warrants leave of absence in my boss’ vocabulary.
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