Post-Thanksgiving day at work. Nothing to do.
At least I'm wearing jeans.
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I tend[ed] to the mundane, idiotic and bizarre demands of a bunch of spoiled brats who just happen to be adults making anywhere from six to seven figures. [Now I'm waiting on that government cheese.]
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