Saturday, February 3, 2024
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I worked in his office from 1995 as an intern.
He referred to his female clients as "bitches". My colleague would correct him that "bitches" are female dogs.
He also drank 2 martinis at lunch. Then he would return to the office, pretend to read his mail, and closed his eyes.
He also asked us to reorganize the basement storage. We found sex magazines in there.
As an licensed architect now myself, I do not grieve his existence.
