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First Time?

When push comes to shove, I guess I have to be the one to give in. Especially when the one pushing is my boss.
Of course, I hold no grudges - work is work; and besides, you always get to learn something new when you do something for the first time. Like reading all the stuff written in your notes and all but literally pounding them into your sorry excuse for a head. It's only unfortunate that I learned this lesson the hard way - that is to say, by experience. Which means screwing up first and then slapping your head afterward, saying, "I should have thought of that before." Thank heaven I had a decent excuse. I will leave it at that and will say no more, lest someone important read this and consequently fire my sorry ass before you, or I, can say Jack Robinson. Or at least get issued a memo, which is only slightly less bad.
So at the end of the day - the "person" isn't here anymore, I learned a couple of valuable lessons, and maybe, just maybe I got to impress the bosses a bit - not a bad day, really, all things considered. Not bad at all.

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