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Making Grown Men Cry Since 1992
My job has ended. My female coworker and I have gotten new, tentative jobs as doctors in a clinic. It is owned by a short, portly, balding and tyrannical doctor. He wears a white lab coat. He calls us all to a meeting to tell us that we will have to cover for him since he’s having a new baby soon. We know he’s not even married. I begin to voice a complaint: "I know I’m on the bottom of your list but…" He interrupts, ignoring me but I finish asking my question anyway. He turns to me with a malicious grin: "I’m your boss. You should be very interested in everything I have to say." I wonder if I will ever be able to get a job somewhere else. I later complain to my friend that the son-of-a-bitch interrupted me.