“What are you doing Saturday?”
I’m trying not to laugh, really I am. Tami should know better. She’s been here in the office with me for more Saturdays than I can count. But I’ll bite.
“We’re heading out winery hopping to celebrate Rebecca’s divorce. Want to tag along?” Tami leaned against my office…
When did I start to dread my Friday afternoon meetings with Bill so much? The last couple weeks have been unbearable.
Maybe that’s because I’ve finally realized how much work they cause me.
“Our flight gets in Tuesday before noon, so we should be able to get through this pile in the afternoon. I want you…
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I can’t believe he expects me to get this done today. It’s Friday.
I know I’ve never been the one to complain. I’ve always stayed late when a task jumps out like this.
But I don’t feel like staying tonight.
I’d planned on stopping by my favorite boutique to find a new dress for tomorrow.
“So? How’d it go?”
I should have known Tami would be the first person in my office. She’d been teasing me since I’d signed up for the class.
A few weeks ago, I might have shrugged it off, ignored it. But call me crazy, I was feeling good this morning. Great. Better than I had in a long time.
And I wanted…