So, first off, the lower level stuff:
I get into work ready to bust ass. We're supposed to finish the job after half a day, then go to the next one. I'm hustling, but T- actively tries to slow me down. Tells me to chill, keeps stopping to tell me stories, generally manages me in a way like he's not at all concerned about time. Sends coworker on three separate not-very-important errands.
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