Mr Baskerville has only one more day at work, before he can take random naps and always wear pyjamas.
No drama yet, sadly. No one weeping, begging the HR woman to reinstate their favourite person. No accolades, no praise. And even worse, no cake.
All he has seen is Sales people trying to get him to do future ads (fuck off, lady, if he is not working here, he's not preparing an ad) and Editorial people whining about how much work they will now have to do (fuck off, lady, at least you still have a job).
He should clean his desk, dust etc, but he really cannot be arsed.
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1 MORE DAY.
Are you going to pull a sickee?
haha, I should! and then turn up for leaving drinks!!
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