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Thursday, June 02, 2005

MG, can you come in here a minute, please?

Sure, Nina. I'm sorry, I--

MG, you were sick on Monday.

No, I actually wasn't. I'm sorry, I didn't know--

MG, you were sick on Monday.

Nina, I made a mistake. I should have paid more--

MG. I don't want to hear anymore whining from anyone about who did what and who doesn't do what they're supposed to. Do me a favor, don't give Al-- anyone any more reasons to come into my office complaining about "team players" and "shared responsibilities" and "appropriate penalties," wah, wah, wah. I have work I need to do, and I don't have the time or the patience to be a playpen referee. So. You were sick on Monday, you're not being reported anywhere, because, frankly, that would be more paperwork for me.

Um, thanks.

Just try to pay a little more attention, would you?

Yes.

And one more thing? Would you mind running down and grabbing me a latte?

Half caf caramel, two equals, no whip?

You've got it. I can only take so much of Joni's "special secret blend." I think she's secretly trying to dial down my caffeine. I need the real stuff. Here's four bucks.

Thanks, Nina. This one will be on me. On purpose, I mean.

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