Boss was being an absolute dick to me yesterday.
So while he was at the bank, I synced our Spotify with my phone (with a little help from YouTube because I am technologically retarded).
Now every second song is either Shania Twain or Beastie Boys and for the life of him, he can't figure it out.
Man, I feel like a woman of the Intergalactic Planetary.
Moral of the story?
Be nice to the chefs. Even the slack ones work harder than your average Joe.
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