No, I didn't fucking print that. If I printed something, I would get up and get it. I am trying to fucking concentrate and I don't need you interrupting me every time you stumble upon a piece of fucking paper.
"Is this yours?"
You know what? Maybe instead of worrying about the piece of paper that was left on the copy machine, you should worry about your fucking job. Maybe if you concentrated on that a little more than the status of the printer, your responsibilities wouldn't keep getting shifted to me since I can do everything better than you in half the time, and then maybe I wouldn't be so fucking swamped and then maybe I wouldn't snap when you ask me if that is my document that was left on the printer.
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