Last week, a newbie named Hasker started trying to get us to unionize. He said we deserved a living wage, a voice in the company’s future, all that socialist crap. He got fired the next day—for incompetence, the company said. I’ll bet someone informed them before I could. Anyway, Hasker filed a complaint with the National Labor Relations Board. Trump’s board. Good luck with that. Meanwhile, I’ll enjoy my promotion to department director by buying everyone drinks tonight at Wolves Gentlemen’s Club, that great reason for working your ass off. One lap dance would have cured Hasker for sure.
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