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The Ice Queen

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Dearest Ice Queen,

You are my co-worker on a technicality. My boss is your boyfriend and he works out of the house you share and wants you to feel involved in his "life". This does not mean you can whiz through the office in a freaking nightie and ask me a million questions. Especially not ones that go "Did you do that whatchamcalit for the thingie he needed to pick up yesterday?"

I know your saying I'm just full of hate and I secretly want your boyfriend but since you don't know me here is the low down and dirty. Your man and I see eye to eye. Yes, we agree on many things but that's not what I'm talking about. Homeslice and I are exactly the same height. That won't work. Momma likes em tall. Besides he's old. Like my dad old. Not cool...not cool at all.

So please dearest stick to decorating or whatever it is you supposedly do. Because I show up to do hardcore officing. Little girls like you could wind up with a papercut or a staple to the forehead if your not careful.

Love Always,

The One who stares at you blankly at least twice everday.

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Until about a year ago, I worked for a company that bases most of its advertising on its supposed committment to ethics and excellence. Yeah, right. After I accidentally stumbled upon some unethical actions taken by an employee (who was basically little more than a glorified secretary), I went to my boss with the news. While he definitely was not one to ever make waves in the corporate pool, I think he realized that there was strong potential for the whole incident to blow up and he didn't want it to come back and later bite him in his lazy ass. However, when we went to the grunt's boss (same level as my boss), it became clear that it would all be shoved under the carpet and we would be helping with the sweeping. In fact, I was also expected to brag about how everything was kept just so in order that there was little need for a big spring clean. I refused. They got nasty. I said I'm leaving and you're paying me. And so it was. But tell me, why do I still feel so shitty?

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