The day started off with She Who Cannot Stop Taking and all the problems she had with her job. It would be pretty easy to blame a non-productive day on her, but I wasn’t taking the bait.
This lasted for about two hours, and damnit, I understand. I’ve held a job since I was thirteen. (1973 for those keeping score.) Sometimes the job is a pain in the butt.
I wanted to go through the the multitude of emails, and honestly, I shut her down to a degree and did it anyway. My wife always sleeps late on Saturday’s, and this is my prime writing time. I was a little upset, but kept my mouth shut about it.
While she jabbered on about life in general, I decided to print out my critiques. Only one of three worked, and I had to ask the other two to send a different…
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