As some of you may know, I work at Plates Eatery & Catering in Courtenay, BC. I am the lowest paid cook in the Comox Valley and consequently view my boss as a half-step up from a common petty thief. Well, today he walks up to me and says, “We can talk after work if you want.” Thinking that the wording was weird, I just said, “Ok” and continued what I was doing. As a lot of you don’t know, when my boss is in a sour mood, his face locks in a permanent glaring position quite similar to a 4 year old glaring when he can’t have a chocolate bar during a grocery shop. Soon after the exchange, I noticed that he was locked in “Perma-glare mode” and quickly became nervous about the chat to come. And then I remembered the key words: “If you want”. Immediately after my shift ended, I quickly and quietly made my way up the stairs and passed the office and oversized mirror to get to the bathroom. I took off my work shirt, through on my coat, put on my backpack, and flew down the stairs. If he calls me on it tomorrow, I’ll just reply that the wording made the chat seem optional.
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February 2nd, 2010



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