. . . and I’d hardly gotten off!
My agency found me a very nice job at a place not too far from home, working at the office two days a week, and from the end of the dining room table the other three days. Since Thanksgiving, I’d worked from home entirely. I enjoyed what I was doing, but when the job was winding down I admitted to The Squire that, money or no money, I was ready to take it easy (or easier!) for a while.
My last day at that position was on April 8th, and on the afternoon of the 9th the agency called to ask if I’d like to continue with that company, in a different position, three days a week. “Oh, golly, you shouldn’t have!”
Well, the first department thought you were wonderful, and your site boss really recommended you to the other supervisor. OK. OK. Flattery will get you everywhere.
I went in on Wednesday morning, and was introduced around, all that jazz, and then then my boss told me, “I understand you enjoy filing?” I do. I honestly DO enjoy filing – A,B,C, 1, 2, 3. No guessing games – just put things in order. BUT . . .
This is what greeted me on the first day! I had every bit of it done by lunch time the second day.
Now, if only I could figure out how to rotate this thing, we’d be in business!
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