Coworker Chemistry in the Copy Room
Not my boss—her. Same level, same deadline, same 11 p.m. copy room when the printers finally stopped jamming.
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Not my boss—her. Same level, same deadline, same 11 p.m. copy room when the printers finally stopped jamming.
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