Quess Corp 2025-09-20T23:58:30Z
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That Thursday still haunts me - fluorescent lights buzzing like angry hornets as I tore through mismatched spreadsheets. My knuckles turned bone-white gripping the printer spewing out tax forms with coffee rings bleeding through employee IDs. The finance director's voice crackled through the phone: "Errors in 37% of submissions by 5 PM or bonuses freeze." My throat clamped shut tasting toner dust and dread.