Shiraz Stories

I hate my job, I love my job, I hate my job, I love my job were the words that rattled through my head as I sat at the computer trying to figure out what report I was supposed to pretend to read next. “I’m pretty sure this is NOT what I signed on for.... .... agghhhh!, The words slipped out of my mouth, but apparently not as quietly as I thought. “Pardon me? Did you say something?” It was Tanner... the cute boy at work. H...