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I'll tell you once, I'll tell you a thousand times, desk jobs are seriously the worst things ever created.

I told you, though, that I don't mind that part of it. I think the interpersonal interaction would be an issue no matter the job.

*smiles at the exaggerated word, aw how cute, he remembers him* Not if you're a people person in general, or even more than that. Just be happy you don't have to deal with a race every now and then that wants to sacrifice you to their tribal gods.

*last night was boring: don't read too much into it, Jim :|*

...Alright, true, yes. I don't often need to deal with problems like that.

*you gave him your first name, it's all curtains from there*

Well I do. As I said, desk jobs are boring. But I'm being rude, what exactly is bothering you today, Martin? Don't worry, I won't tell a soul.

*laughs a little, shaking his head* Just a small conflict with one of the accountants. She likes to think she can order me around merely because of the difference in our ages.

Guess you can't really pull rank on her, huh? Did you stand up for yourself at least?

...I sent her a smarmy email?

It's... a start, I suppose. You know, you could go and, oh I dunno, give her a piece of your mind?

Clearly in a diplomatic manner, of course.

Very diplomatic. Being the boss's secretary does get me some respect around the building, but I'm not sure how much I can really get away with.

I'd mostly just like her to stop shoving at me the work she doesn't feel like doing.