It’s not every day that you literally almost run into the ninth richest man in the United States in the cafeteria and come thisclose to dumping your tray of chicken pot pie all over him.
Had I not already given my two weeks, it might have been an act of career suicide.
Plus, my shirt was probably a dress code violation today. My lady lumps were showing a bit.
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