First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

Its Friday folks, lets make this one short and sweet.

Frustration looms in the workplace. Phones are ringing and Male Boss is getting what our clients call "distresses." Distresses are basically clients that have urgent matters that need to be attended to as soon as possible.  Usually it results from a miscommunication as one message filters through four or five people before arriving at the end party. Distresses that I cannot handle suck bcuz, like with everything else, Male Boss procrastinates and then stresses himself out when all the shit is splattered and crustifying on the walls well after it has hit the fan.

So the morning goes.. hectic, frantic and extremely loud. Female Boss is watching on, doing bupkis to help her foreign counterpart. Two hours later the madness ends as every distress is met and the phone stops ringing with requests.

"Fuck!" Male Boss yells in victory.

"Fuck man, fuck! Fuck. I am sick of zis shits! Fuck!" Male Boss goes on.

Male Boss grabs his car keys and starts to head for the door to go see a client. As he is leaving, "Female Boss, how do you spell fuck?"

No answer from Female Boss.

"F - E - , no, F - U - C - K? Right?"

I am laughing at this point.

"Right, Northe?"

"Yes, sir," I say.

"Very good."

Male Boss leaves.

As, loyal Angry Timer, HMT says, "Its Friday, get the beers in."

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