Sunday, May 22, 2016

When You Stop Fretting

A social worker brought a stack of bills to me.

There is an entire department dedicated to billing, of which singular me is not a part.  They have tried to dump billing on me.  Nope.  The ten plus people sitting around in the billing department can come together and get the job done.  I have my own work.

It looks like this social worker is their current target.  She asked what she should do with the bills.

I stared at her.

"Shove it up my ass?" she offered.

I smiled.  "You are learning!" I praised her.  "Actually, I was going to say to put them in the circular file."

"What is that?" she asked.

"The trash," I answered.

"Will do," she said, and left.

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