|How to get your perspective snapped the hell around
||[Dec. 29th, 2006|03:45 pm]
I was making frantic, last-minute-before-the-holiday calls to people to provide documents we need to finish a filing that must be done on Tuesday. Finally got ahold of the last woman from whom I needed something. After explaining what I needed, I said to her, half laughing, "and guess where I'm spending my holiday weekend!?"
"In the office?"
"You got it."
"Well," she answered, a bit bitterly, but not unkindly. "I'm spending it at the funeral parlour. Want to trade?"
I thanked her for reminding me how lucky I am. She was really good about it.
I'm slinking off to count my blessings.