Everyone knows I should be the last person who should complain about work. My boss is an angel, I have practically no deadlines, and the pay is good (I know I don't deserve it). But there are days when I really just feel like hurling documents across the room because nothing makes sense.
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Even the bird is angry. |
Today, for instance, I am torn between ripping these transcripts to pieces or setting on fire the stenographer who transcribed it. How does it happen that between two lawyers talking, a question beginning with "how" is answered by a "yes"?
But before I give in to my criminal tendencies, I have to remind myself that my boss probably feels the same way about me, for the unexplained delays in the delivery of my finished work.
Arrg. Back to work.
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