FRIDAY
Sally came into work early and relaxed. She headed straight for the kitchenette to make herself a coffee.
In front of the coffee machine, hulking and huge, stood an ogre. No mistaking it, even for a normal girl like Sally – his skin was pale green and scaly, he had two horns, and he smelt like week-old trash marinated in sewerage. The only unogre-ish thing about him was the pale pink silk hankerchief draping out of the pocket of his (huge) Armani suit.
She drew a breath to scream, and choked on the smell, coughing and spluttering.
“Don't bother screaming” said the ogre. “I'm Dan, your new boss.”
Sally stared.
The ogre stuck a hand out to be shaken. “I hear your old boss was an incredible softie.”
Moral of the Story?
There's always another manager.
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