As I fumbled with the stapler, my boss's gaze landed firmly on me. "You know, it's not rocket science," he muttered, which only made me more convinced it was in fact an advanced aerospace procedure, beyond my capabilities. I stared down at the stapler, willing it to magically transform into a perfectly functioning piece of office equipment. In the silence, I decided I was the only one capable of stapling in the entire company. Guess that's my job now.
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