![]() My family watched me decay from the window in the kitchen over roughly a year. Thoughts rumbled with whys, with what was the point. It was a red flag placed into a field that would be colored by so much red that it would battle the colors of the sunsets I would watch as I drank night after night in my backyard. ![]() ![]() A whole grown person - and her subordinate and my supervisor - all thought this was OK behavior. Big Boss would have thrown my first assignment at me. "If it had been really bad, she would have thrown it in your face." Her underling, who was about two levels above me in rank, scurried toward me, waving, with the draft in her hand. Commentary: The paper was riddled with red marks, comments on the side (some intelligible) and plenty of arrows and strikethroughs.
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