So I am sitting at work, nice and early, bright eyed and 
bushy tailed, Denim Jeans, dreadlocks hanging out cause its
Casual Friday. The Big Boss walks up, and says “Has your hair grown longer”. (It's about as long as Bob on the rights hair)
To which I reply, “No, I just have it out cause its casual Friday, don’t worry I'll tie it back if someone important walks in”.
To which I reply, “No, I just have it out cause its casual Friday, don’t worry I'll tie it back if someone important walks in”.
I wonder what my current life expectancy in this role is?
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