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Moooo.

Today, we are blessed with the company of the President of our area. He's from Minneapolis, or, Tempe, I can't remember.

We were all asked to wear our Company T-Shirts. I hate it when they do this. The peer pressure to conform is just awful, to the point that if I had forgotten, I would have driven home to change.

I want to make everyone march in a straight line out the door so we can pretend we really are the robots they want.

11.01.02 || 8:30 am

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