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I had a boss who gave me a lot of trouble, though I worked hard for him. On the last day, when I was about to leave, he disappeared. His secretary told me he "didn't like saying goodbye."
I already had a job in hand and didn't need his recommendation. So I pressed my face and clenched right fist -- with upraised middle finger -- onto the glass surface of the copier and pressed the button. Left it on his desk with "Bye, Tony!" scrawled across it with big letters.
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