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5:30 can not come fast enough. Every year I swear to myself that I will, henceforth and forever, take Bring You Child to Work Day off. Every year I forget the horror, and come to work. Will someone please hit me over the head with a large heavy object next April, and remind me to take it off!
There is one little girl, spawn of one of the staff here, who keeps coming to my office to stand in the doorway and glare at me with that look of utter condemnation that only a 3 year old girl can muster – as if all the injustices of her short life are being heaped on my shoulders. I keep turning and seeing her out of the corner of my eye; it’s like a scene out of a horror movie.
The one upside to this yearly festival of pain is that it reminds me of why I’m so lucky to be gay, and unlikely to breed.
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Unrestrained frivolity will lead to the downfall of modern society.
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