When I head the muttering and aggressive pounding of the
computer keys, I walked across the hall and into Shawn’s office. I found him
furiously typing a rather long message on the company’s social media page.
“Everything OK man?” I asked him, unsure as to how he’d
respond, assuming he did. Luckily, he just spoke to me over his shoulder.
“Fucking Supervisor, telling me how to do my job! I’ve been
running our social media for five years now, who the hell does he think he is?”
He turned and hit post.
Then noticed it was set to public display.
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