I had a marvelous, (not), miserable Monday. I had a coughing spell and threw up in my waste basket. My boss walked by and witnessed my, (issue), and did the same. Except she didn't have a waste basket. I didn't see her the rest of the day. I shouldn't get in trouble for that. Right?
If your extremely loud fire alarm goes off at work and you work on the 3rd floor and you adorable blond boss who is a ***yer, tells you it's OK. It smells like the furnace, don't worry about it. Then when the firefighters show up with all their gear on and holding their big axes? ratches? big things that can tear a door down - when they walk into your office and point to the ear piercing fire alarm and point to you and say: do you know why that alarm is going off? DO NOT SAY: YOU DON'T KNOW EITHER? Some people are not very nice. I told him my boss said it was probably the furnace. He looked kinda mad or something. So I gathered my belongings, went into the hall, pressed the elevator button and there was actually an explosion in my building that day. It wasn't a fire, it was the furnace that was making the smell. The explosion happened when the mean firefighter saw me on the elevator as the door was closing. Why are some people so mean?
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