How to Complain to Your "Superiors"
I used to share a breakroom with two older men who would play dominoes every day during my lunch. They’d slam the dominoes down as hard as they could and shout at each other when they thought their moves were particularly good, or their opponent’s moves were particularly bad. I used to marvel at how the game would inflame their emotions. The only time in my life dominoes ever got me worked up enough to shout was in that same break room, watching them play, wanting to shout at them to shut up.
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