Cat Nap in Corporate America

She’s staring, waiting for an answer.

I rise from my desk. “Excuse me. Little girl’s room.”

I sit on the cool porcelain, fold my arms on thighs, rest head in arms.

My solution whenever idiots try to make me do their jobs.

 

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