Good news. A memo has landed on my desk. My nemesis of the past 16 years, Old Stubblechin, the mustachioed HR lady has handed in her resignation effective September 1st. She is retiring due to undisclosed health issues and because she wants to dedicate her time to her wife and their six adopted poodles. I'm so happy for me. Of course, who knows what her replacement will be like. But really, it can only be an improvement. I need to find a parting gift. I'm thinking overstuffed food hamper/gift basket with a 'Go Away Now' note. I should throw in a pair of heavy-duty compression socks.
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