No way this smartass can keep that promise.
Great Rooms’s! general manager, Isaac, has sent checks that require my signature. I can tend to these checks anywhere in the house, but I choose my office. I want to maximize temptation. I also find Isaac’s offer to Skype me into staff meetings. I’m not ready to face them, wrapped fisheye around the long table so they can all be seen, all unwarranted bursts of applause, then, after “see you soon!” and the conference room camera is determined to be safely inactive, they will concur that my voice was shaky and I looked really down.
I sign everything. I jot “you’re good 2 go w/o me” on the bottom of Isaac’s note. I put the ledger in the old galvanized metal milk box on our front stoop for pickup.
I return to my office. I look at the corrugated ca
