I don’t know what is going on. When I came to work this morning, a book I had ordered had arrived. It is the book JB has written about Albert Camus, which he did NOT send me despite the very lucrative offer I made him about dedicating my first book to him. I could have bought a pair of shoes in the sales for the same amount of money, very cruel of him. Well, I couldn’t help start reading it, with my feet up on my desk as usual, and my boss has not said a word. She hasn’t even given me the “eye”.More evidence about the weird things going on at work. My boss has made me a spending account. Now I can legally buy shoes, clothes, electric devices (not sex toys, she said), flight tickets or hotel overnights with my company credit card for a nice amount of money each month, I just have to make a budget about my spending. Is this the catch? Is she taking the pleasure of impulsive shopping away from me? Or is she simply a Satanist and trying to overtake the rest of my corrupt soul and body? Now I am getting more and more sure about the latter one, she is indeed going to eat my liver and kidneys in some satanic ritual very soon. I must be very careful not to accept any suspicious invitations from her. “Hey, let’s go and check out the old hangar at the airport, we can use it as a venue some day.” Yeah, sure, and I am quite sure 250 Satanists are waiting there ready to tear off my body. No way, I am not setting my feet in her car ever again!
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