Life's tough enough when your boss is a victim of domestic violence who is more scared of living alone than living with his drunkard violent wife, and has a conceived a not-so-secret obsession with his deputy's arse.
Perhaps the fact that she's about to start a two year course of steroids that will result in her quickly assuming the proportions of a half-deflated barrage balloon, or perhaps its just bloody Christmas.
One minute he's in a good mood, the next he's reducing the bakery staff to tears. If only he could be consistent and keep them in a state of trembling fear (and doing their job) but he can't keep it up for long at a stretch - sooner or later the Handmaiden will stroll by, his eyes will fall out of their sockets, his tongue will droop inelegantly, puddles of drool will gather at his feet.
Bless him.
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