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the smell of bullshit in the morning

Up way too late last night chatting with friends and family after working late on closing AU. So, no surprise that I was draggin' when I crawled out of bed at 0630. Decided it would be better to be half an hour late than pay $11 in parking to be on time, so now I get to write a little note to my supervisor about the why and wherefore of being late. Give me a goddamn break. I'm in here until 7 PM dealing with this mess, liable to be in here equally late tonight, and you tell me to do this little note-writing thing like I'm some tardy-ass sixth grader? Here I thought being on salary and "flextime" entitled you to some microscopic amount of slack. Stupid me.

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