16 May 2002 - 10:54 a.m.

Here's a little something I've learned in life: if someone continually tells you she's not your mother, she is taking this as liscence to treat you like a maid.

My boss just very snootily asked me to clean my coffee cup. Which was of course a mess because it contained, you know, coffee.

I guess things are just going to pot around here now thanks to my nasty habit of drinking morning beverages.

I'm torn. Do I bust out of here tomorrow afternoon, and leave, like a Sam Seaborn-shaped hole in the wall? Or do I stick around until 5:15 just for the pleasure of being able to say things like, "You're not the boss of me!"

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