Let us use our fucking fans at work, mother fuckers.
It costs you nothing for me to bring my own fan.
It costs you a legal case (that you will lose) once I:
Pass out at work
Get rushed to the hospital in an ambulance
Get treated for cardiac arrest with medications that I am allergic to
And die
All in one day…within a matter of minutes.
My Uncle Joe died this way.
No joke.
We share similar extreme allergies.
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He owned his own business.
He had fucking fans.
Also…this has become a medical issue…further increasing: my internal body temperature, my blood pressure, the swelling in my feet, work-related anxiety, and my heart rate.
Note to self: work somewhere Americans with disabilities are acknowledged and accommodated. That does not happen at a local mom-and-pop shop.
Unnecessary rules happen.
Control issues happen.
Dictatorship happens.
Emotional suppression happens.
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Lesson learned.
Fuck this shit.
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