Learning Her Place
I had been working for Mr. Z. for about six months doing light clerical work. While I respected his success, I was constantly amused by his lack of writing skills. I corrected all communication that went out to the company before it went out, but some of the more humorous spelling errors and typos I sent to a select group of girls who had my job on the floors above and below me. I took a perverse joy in taking potshots at Mr. Z. in what I thought was harmless fun.One day my Master showed up and...
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