You clocked out. Your calendar was full, your inbox answered, your meetings handled. And somehow, you are furious. Not tired. Not stressed. Furious. The kind of angry that makes you want to throw the wet towel on the bathroom floor across the room. The kind that makes you snap before you even put your bag down. This is not about your day. It is about everything that came before it - and everything that is about to start the second you walk through that door. The second shift
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