My boss is sometimes so hideously bad at her work that I wonder how she got where she is. The event that we're doing tomorrow is going to fall on its arse, I fear, and it's mostly her fault. She's not prepared her presentation. She's not even started. I left the office at 7, angry and frustrated.
I ran into Liz around the corner, at the bus stop. "Can we go for a pint? Please?" I asked. And we did. And I felt better afterwards. Until tomorrow, at least.
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