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“You call it a bubbler; or a cooler?”
“Excuse me?”
“Bubbler or cooler?”
“Clearly it bubbles, so there’s your answer.” The pocket-sized Poindexter looked the probationary project over, from feet to head. “And where’s your tie? Shave your beard. And stop asking dumb questions, new guy,” the iceberg said to the Titanic. “If you make it ninety days, it’ll be another ninety before anyone actually thinks about befriending you. As of now, we all just try to ignore you, unless physically impossible — like now.”
“Damn,” the newbie replied. “I appreciate your honesty. I guess I’d have to agree with you — it’s definitely a bubbler. I mean, technically, it does cool. However, depending upon your base, it also heats.”
“What the fuck, file boy? Shut up. Go mail merge some people who actually give a damn.”
“Who still uses mail merge?”
“People who actually have work experience? I don’t know.”
“I have an M — “
“It really doesn’t matter what you have. That’s what’s wrong with you new fucks today. You think your pretty, little piece of paper makes you somebody, boy? Look at you — you’re even dressed like someone is going to notice you and just take you right upstairs to the top floor. I got some sugar for you, Mister Kool-Aid; not happening…
