My boss and I were required to meet a client twice a week, a 35-minute drive away. Since he didn’t drive, he assumed I’d take him in my car, insisting it was “part of my job” because it was during work hours. I calmly explained, “I’m a designer, not a driver, and my car isn’t…
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