Workplace Fatality

By Friday, you could have knocked me over with a feather. The only night this week I made it home to bed was Tuesday. Naps in my cubical were all I had after that. Everyone was programming with fervor. We were surviving on bagels and pizza – the whole office smelled like cold pizza and drying coffee grounds from the trash. The product had to be . . .

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

One thought on “Friday”

  1. Every day those two adolesenets do nothing but goof around. Howard the floor supervisor clearly never got along with the cool kids before. Seems he values them more for the atmosphere they create then for any actual production. But honestly when Tommy fell because he was carring too many cardboard boxes, I laughed so hard my coffee went everywhere.

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