The Importance Of Good Tea (fiction)

"Get some dam* words here. The blog needs a post."
"Yes, Ma'am!"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Surely, Madam."
"Ok, Miss."
"I'm on it."
"I'll find a good w-"
"I found one! 'Compassion'."
"Compa- Do I look like the Buddha to you? I just drank a huge glass of badly made lukewarm tea. And I took the glass and I smashed it on the floor like they do in movies. Now there are pieces of glass all over the dam* floor. Do I see anybody sweeping? I don't think so! And you tell me, 'Compassion'?"
"Sorry, Ma'am."
"I'll sweep."
"Aren't you the one who made the tea?"
"Err... Yes, Ma'am."
"You're fired. You! Get a brush. Clean the floor."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"What are all of you staring at? I ordered some words, dam*it. You two, there! What are you murmuring about?"
"Ma'am.............. 'Pigeon'?"
"'Pigeon'? 'Pigeon'?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Definitely not 'Pigeon', Ma'am."
"Idiots! You're all fired. Get out. I'll write this myself.... Not you, you moron. You sweep the glass."