It's 12 noon.... HIGH noon... and 302 is finally open. I stomp in to work and see my boss busy jotting notes in his planner.
BOSS: Good afternoon, Milena. Boy, you're early today. Three hours early in fact.
ME: *breathes fire*
BOSS: Is something wrong?
ME: Did you, or did you NOT, tell Dino never to file anything!?
BOSS: *injured look of the righteous in adversity*
ME: SO ITS TRUE!
BOSS: No, I never said this.
ME: Just because you're the one that hired him you can never find fault with him! And Boxer! OMG they're both men! I clean up after them because they're men? This is because I'm a woman?! You shitty wolverine-looking, mysogynist---wait... what?
BOSS: *serene* I never said that.
ME: But he said that you said, "just put everything in the outbox."
BOSS: I said if he's overloaded to just put it all in the outbox to clear the table. For later. He must have misunderstood me.
ME: Uh...
BOSS: I will speak to him about it. But I also wanted to talk to you. Someone told me you wrote a nasty message to one of your coworkers.
ME: ...
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