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Saturday, August 11, 2018

Bad News

“Please, Mr. Banks, could you run us through what you know and what you remember?”

“I don’t know what you expect to get from me,” Harold Banks replied, “It’s my first day on the job. They barely got my computer password set up and running before it was time for lunch. Then when I was walking back, I get knocked unconscious and I wake up and I’m this chick. Then you guys brought me in here and started asking all these questions.”

The two men questioning whispered amongst themselves before one replied to Harold.

“HR does request you avoid the term ‘chick,’ Mr. Banks,” one of the men said, “However, we might owe you a little explanation without accepting responsibility or guilt, of course. You seem to have gotten caught up in work that we may or may not be researching, and you ended up swapping bodies with one of our other employees.”

“Great,” Harold sighed, “Look I’m not going to sue. Let’s just fix this, okay?”

The men’s eyes lit up when Harold said he wasn’t going to sue, but somehow he had the feeling bad news was going to follow...

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