ObsideanWarrior
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Sally looked at the clock. 6:22pm. Another late day. The 22 year-old blonde brushed her hair back out of her eyes and stared at the computer screen. All the accounts appeared to blur together. Then the monitor flickered again.
"Damn, why can't this piece of shit work?" She banged the side of the monitor again. Stupid cheap piece of shit bought by a cheap piece of shit boss. She hated the new boss--an East Indian guy who always seemed to be leering at her. If she didn't need the job, she would have quit long ago. She didn't like Indians for starters, and this guy was a slave-driver.
"Hey," she shouted back to his office. "This stupid monitor is going out again. And I was supposed to be out of her two hours ago."
"Damn, why can't this piece of shit work?" She banged the side of the monitor again. Stupid cheap piece of shit bought by a cheap piece of shit boss. She hated the new boss--an East Indian guy who always seemed to be leering at her. If she didn't need the job, she would have quit long ago. She didn't like Indians for starters, and this guy was a slave-driver.
"Hey," she shouted back to his office. "This stupid monitor is going out again. And I was supposed to be out of her two hours ago."