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When I returned to the office, they had a little celebration for me.
Ms Roberts asked; “How were you able to put up with that Joyce Neller?”
Standing in front of my coworkers I thought of recounting the story of Jeffrey Charles.
After all, it was somewhat on point. A universally hated boss, shouting at an employee, grabbing a live wire and being electrocuted.
No one cared.
A memorial was held, and no one came.
I thought of going into the story but instead, I said that nothing she could do or say could bother me. I didn’t accept her as an example of who I wanted to be but of the person I never wished to become.
Everyone smiled and complimented me.
I guess I said the right thing.
