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It was the same song and dance with every job...
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| You wanted to see me, boss? | |
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| Yes, Jeff. We're going to have to let you go. | |
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And even as the boss spoke, All Jeff could think was...
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| Your performance is substandard, your attendence is horrid, and your work ethic is nonexistant. | |
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| This is because I'm black, isn't it? | |
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| Wha? You're not even...*groan*...nevermind. | |
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