He’s disgusting and sticky—so much so that my skin crawls. God, how I hate him! If it weren’t for this job I worked toward for ten long years, pushing my way through with stubbornness and sleepless office nights, I would’ve slammed the door and left long ago. My boss drives me into a real rage—I can’t stand him even for a second. I’m turned inside out just by the way he looks at me. The only thing I want is to stay as far away from him as possible. And what happens in the end? I’m going to have to sit at one table with him at a corporate event for hours and stare at him nonstop? No. Let it be a dream—an awful, disgusting nightmare.