The ends of Janet’s lips were still sinking to the floor. “No. Not unless I get it several years in a row. And I’d still have to go to trainings and remedial teaching courses and tank those too.”
I nodded sympathetically. Explains why I’d never gotten a needs improvement. Even if my paranoid ass didn’t dot every ‘i’ and cross every ‘t’, it’d take too long to fire me that way. It literally would have been easier to just plant a diaper in my desk and say it was mine.
This? This was a warning to Janet. A clapback for her taking anything beyond a twistedly maternal interest in me. Beouf didn’t talk to me about stuff like professional reviews, but I’d be willing to bet she’d taken a hit, too.