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Um no.

In a meeting, my boss said, "I am god (here)", then a few days later he forced out my workforce manager for accidentally calling him "dude". I know this because my boss made fun of the WF guy in a meeting, and said, "You know that idiot called me 'dude'. DUDE!"

ALso, my violent coke-addled counterpart (whom my boss refused to do anything about, even though I reported the drug use repeatedly) refused to call me Larissa or Laree. He would call me "L" to cheeze me off. Which of course, I don't respond to because I have poor hearing and "Elle" is not my name.

So I quit. Here was my cupcakecake.




I made cupcakes so all my employees got one before Cokehead tossed it.
 
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Um no.
In a meeting, my boss said, "I am god (here)", then a few days later he forced out my workforce manager for accidentally calling him "dude". I know this because my boss made fun of the WF guy in a meeting, and said, "You know that idiot called me 'dude'. DUDE!"
ALso, my violent coke-addled counterpart (whom my boss refused to do anything about, even though I reported the drug use repeatedly) refused to call me Larissa or Laree. He would call me "L" to cheeze me off. Which of course, I don't respond to because I have poor hearing and "Elle" is not my name.
So I quit. Here was my cupcakecake.

That is ingenious! DUUUUDE!
 
Um no.
In a meeting, my boss said, "I am god (here)", then a few days later he forced out my workforce manager for accidentally calling him "dude". I know this because my boss made fun of the WF guy in a meeting, and said, "You know that idiot called me 'dude'. DUDE!"
ALso, my violent coke-addled counterpart (whom my boss refused to do anything about, even though I reported the drug use repeatedly) refused to call me Larissa or Laree. He would call me "L" to cheeze me off. Which of course, I don't respond to because I have poor hearing and "Elle" is not my name.
So I quit. Here was my cupcakecake.

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I love it!
 
Um no.
In a meeting, my boss said, "I am god (here)", then a few days later he forced out my workforce manager for accidentally calling him "dude". I know this because my boss made fun of the WF guy in a meeting, and said, "You know that idiot called me 'dude'. DUDE!"
ALso, my violent coke-addled counterpart (whom my boss refused to do anything about, even though I reported the drug use repeatedly) refused to call me Larissa or Laree. He would call me "L" to cheeze me off. Which of course, I don't respond to because I have poor hearing and "Elle" is not my name.
So I quit. Here was my cupcakecake.

I made cupcakes so all my employees got one before Cokehead tossed it.




That's awesome!
 
REJOICE, MY PEEPS!
The family and I were doing our Sunday walk to Dunkin' Donuts. On the way back, we stopped at my FIL's house to borrow a CD. FIL pulled me into the laundry room to go through some of Uncle Keith's (13) old clothes for my boys. While I was in there, I looked up and on the VERY top shelf was an incubator.
I said, "KEITH! Does that incubator work?!!!"
"Yeah," he replied, with his usual teenage lethargy. "But it is for lizards."
"Nuh-uh! It is a Hovabator 160N or whatever. Are you still hatching lizard eggs? I thought you got rid of most of the reptiles."
"I did" he said. "You can have it if you want. I am too old for lizards."
...and I walked home with a brand-spanking new Hovabator. I think my FIL was happy there wouldn't be another llizard population explosion. My DH was a little bit less happy---but now I have a hatcher-bator AND something to take egg-overflow. WOOOHOOO!
Score!!!!
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