“Don’t leave the front desk, my pocketbook is there”

Are you serious? I’m not your maid, I’m not your secretary, I’m not your keeper. Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do. “Don’t leave…” Really?! I’m going to leave whenever the hell I feel like it. If I have to leave my desk, damn sure I’ll leave my desk. I’m not going to stay here just because your pocketbook is there. Here’s an idea… LOCK your fucking drawer! You fucking fucktard!