My mood at work was abysmal. I was tired—though the memory of why I was tired cheered me some. The office environment put me in mind of a strange, sterile laboratory compared to the raucous, sweaty, loud world of the renaissance fair. My body yearned to jump and cheer and clap and run, but instead I planted it in an uncomfortable chair to stare at squiggly lines on a screen for hours. I had to be insane. What was I thinking, passing up the opportunity to make a living by, well, living?
MaryAnn and her twenty-six purses and totes rolled in around nine-thirty. By ten, my day had fallen apart.
Attention Everyone:
Going Forward, we will no longer be allowing the use of headphones. They are a distraction. Failure to follow this new rule can result in disciplinary action up to and including t
