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But ugh, the apps—makes me mad sometimes. Ghosting? Rude as hell! You’re vibin’, then poof—gone. “I shine, not burn”—yeah, right, liars! Economics says it’s low cost to ditch, so they do. Pisses me off! And the catfishin’—met this “hottie” once, total scam. Looked like Miss Piggy’s stunt double. Surprised me, sure, but I laughed it off.

Finally, I get to the office, and my boss, Mr. Cohen, is already on my case. “Where are the quarterly reports?” he barks. Dude, chill! I just got here! I mean, it’s not like I’m hiding them under my desk or something. But whatever, I pull them up, and guess what? The numbers are all messed up. I’m like, “What the heck?!” Turns out, I mixed up the columns. Classic rookie mistake.

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