Watson grips the chair and pushes it harshly into the desk behind me, “Do. Not. Play. Games. With. Me. Boy.” He spits out, “I am a kind man but she is like a daughter to me and I see the way you are looking at her.” His bite is sharp and I am left stunned. I watch as he walks away without so much as a glance back in my direction.
I want to crawl in a hole and die! Die! Or hide and never ever come back to work. This morning, at work, I was finishing up in the bathroom, I just pulled up my underwear and was working on pants. When... Wait stop.... It's important that you have a good mental picture so let … Continue reading The times I want to crawl in a hole and die.