Every Wednesday my company has a meeting after work.
Not a drinking, carousing, laughing, eating meeting.
Rather a staid, sad, depressing, numbers are down again meeting.
It has taken on a depressingly steady downhill dour attitude for eleven months.
To entertain myself, I study the players.
Chostsy, who wears her dresses too tight, and plays with her legs.
Barney, who perpetually...
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