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After a tough week at the job, a coworker slid on her coat. "It's a Long Island Iced Tea kinda night," she said in a flat tone, and with a straight face. "Whatever gets the job done," I said, hoping she’d smile at our brief liberation. Instead, she stared through me, as if I'd spoken some great truth. She then walked out of the building without saying goodbye. -Ron Gavalik
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
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After a tough week at the job, a coworker slid on her coat. "It's a Long Island Iced Tea kinda night," she said in a flat tone, and with a straight face. "Whatever gets the job done," I said, hoping she’d smile at our brief liberation. Instead, she stared through me, as if I'd spoken some great truth. She then walked out of the building without saying goodbye. -Ron Gavalik
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