At work today, a partner at the firm strolled into my office around two. "You play squash at all?" I told him that, in fact, I had played in college. "Good," he said. "Then you can understand why I'm leaving. I need you to finish up." He dropped a stack of contracts on my desk. I'm dumbemployed.
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Dumbemployed: Hilariously Dumb and Sad But True Stories about Jobs Like Yours
by Phil Edwards and Matt Kraft
