That's my boss. Sitting behind his gigantic desk, scowling.
He called me in the following week; said, "If you don't shape up--out you go." He was still scowling.
"But, Sir," I said as I turned to leave. "What about my raise?"
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"Don't do this; do that. You're late again. No, you CANNOT have a raise in pay. Where is that report you should have finished last week? Good God, man--you'll never get ahead acting like this!"
That's my boss. Sitting behind his gigantic desk, scowling. He called me in the following week; said, "If you don't shape up--out you go." He was still scowling. "But, Sir," I said as I turned to leave. "What about my raise?"
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