Today's OneWord: Toaster

A toaster? A toaster? I up my sales quota by twenty percent, and I get rewarded with a fucking toaster? Should have been expected, I guess. No way in Hell my boss would be interested in giving me a raise or promotion. Nope, just stick with the plastic name tag, the polo shirt, and the khakis, my dear - you're already being rewarded by your own efficiency and pride.

Maybe I can sell this thing. Or maybe I can start toasting bread for grilled cheese and start a grilled cheese truck. That'll at least make me a little more money a week, ironically enough.

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