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I’m not funny so I’m telling what I pulled too
Fink
My ex-boss tried to make me the outpost...
“I wanna know whose coming in late from lunch”
So he says “you’re gonna be on phone detail for a while;
Log people in/out and report back to me immediately  via email” and
Occasionally he’d give me (bleep $ bill) waving money crazy uh
All the loan officers were men just 1 woman: Hispanic,  
Women did admin or loan processing, 1 marketer whatever..
I was not a team player even if it meant advancing…
Not when it came to ratting people out: my generation...so the
Loan officers (Black, White, Hispanic) would kick me out a little something too $
Not to rat them out…I wasn’t gonna do it anyway but still
“How much you giving me this time?”
(Me and him didn’t get along too good, so bring me back some bleep)
I definitely was not going to rat the women out; mostly Hispanic
(They might have ratted my black ass out- IDK
I can’t account for other people I just know how I get down)
I was collecting money at both ends and
Wasn’t gonna take money from no woman for that but  
They’d bring me back something (never asked) from
Starbucks, food, bath and body works, etc
But he eventually got on to these inaccurate times being input…lmao
Fuck you….now give me some money…(what we were thinking)
I knew he knew when I heard him scream my real name..which he never did...Mostly my nick name (quiet storm) but my heart was pounding...
Written by Nari (Laura Jean)
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