...that my Lindor truffles are melting and leaking their filling. Eurotrash was cold, so she snapped her fingers and maintenance came and fvcking disconnected the air conditioning ductwork. Because she's living with the operations manager, who is their boss's boss. Now I'm sweating in a t-shirt, and my chocolate is melting. Too bad no one here answers to the man I'm sleeping with.
I'm tempted to take this to her and then on to my manager, but I keep hoping it will be a moot point very soon.
If you don't hear from me for a while, I'm either working on something or hospitalized with heat stroke.
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