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Mine is kind of a long story, but here goes:
I was undergoing treatment for cancer, and had cut my hours at work back, to accomodate my need for treatment and my illness. I had just started to lose my hair (I had long hair and it was starting to come out in clumps). We were having a fairly stressful period at work at the time, a lot of deadlines and the like.
My boss came into my cubicle to ask me a question about a project. I answered the question, then he asks me how treatment is going and how I am feeling.
I grabbed my hair and pulled a clump out and said, "This job is driving me crazy!"
My boss turned white as a ghost and said, "Please tell me that hair was going to come out anyway!"
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