On my way home from work, a car coming up my road honked and stopped me.
It was my old supervisor; a shifty, disorganized, lazy man of questionable morals who would frequently play 'the race card', mess-up my schedule, never cover for anyone, and made me drive myself to the hospital with a condition that nearly killed me.
Apparently, the house I moved into (that I love) is up the street from his!
It was my old supervisor; a shifty, disorganized, lazy man of questionable morals who would frequently play 'the race card', mess-up my schedule, never cover for anyone, and made me drive myself to the hospital with a condition that nearly killed me.
Apparently, the house I moved into (that I love) is up the street from his!
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