After just re-reading what I just wrote, it occurs to me that my boss quite possibly is NOT the 29 year old woman I had originally thought it to be.
I think, in reality, my boss is a 3 year old, sweet faced, blue eyed, pouty mouthed dictator.
How sad is it that it's taken me 2 years to figure this out...
Sorry, Wendy. You're not the boss of me. You need to go through VENICE.
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