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Fortunately I have a few spare minutes. I decide to talk to someone about
the quite hideous and disgusting name for diapers.
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They realize the situation and praise me for bringing it to their attention.
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I am quite resoundly fired.
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I am shot at. Only the kick of the gun prevents certain death, but a chunk is still torn out of my right arm. I run.
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Nobody seems to actually -hear- any words of criticism. Praise, requests for coffee, anything but criticism is heard.
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