I'd like to think my supervisor likes me. I try to be a nice little employee. And she's often generous with her compliments. Or at least I think she is. But sometimes, I'm just not sure.
Like when she has me do grunt work and apologizes, telling me that she knows I'm really smart and didn't pay $100,000 to stuff envelopes. Or yesterday, because I was trying to find her a book with a bigger font (because I'm perceptive and sweet like that), she told me that I was the next best thing to a seeing eye dog.
Thank you? Excuse me? Huh?
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