God, it stinks, I said, hand over my nose as he pulled me into a long step.Al strode forward, head high. It’s the stench of bureaucracy, my itchy-witch, and why I chose to go into human resources when but a wee lad.
Kim Harrison
God, it stinks, I said, hand over my nose as he pulled me into a long step.Al strode forward, head high. It’s the stench of bureaucracy, my itchy-witch, and why I chose to go into human resources when but a wee lad.