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January 26. Thursday Night. Hi Journey. Some days I think I'm the only person in my office that understands salary does not equal forty hours a week. It has been right at a month since I paid them all bonuses that certainly could have gone to a down payment on my house. I have spent all month working weekends and nights and getting everything squared away and shoehorning in Tea Times and all the other office minutiae so I can go visit Mattie for a week and what do I get but constant requests from people for time off and extra trips to the computer repairman's office. Joni took nearly three hours at lunch today. Three hours! Like I wouldn't notice. Truth is, Journey, I'm not upset at Joni at all. She's put in way more than her share of overtime hours without squealing or hitting me up for even a dime. I'm upset at Vivian, and I suppose it's been brewing for a long time. And yes, I'm still a little irked over her poutiness over that poker game the other day. I'm torqued at Viv and Dana. Each of them was playing hooky yesterday afternoon, and I only clued into it because I caught Shelly trying to cover for them. |
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And I've a feeling they lied about where they were. I can catch them at it, yet I can't find out for sure what they are doing. But I'm packing off for a week, and must have the team on board with me. I need the whole team. I need to get completely buttoned up before I take that California-bound bird on Tuesday. There has to be 100% trust in a business, or it fails. |
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