Monday, December 12, 2011

What's the opposite of progress

Today, at work, I cut out thirty paper snowflakes, and pinched a nerve in my thumb. I only cried on the phone twice! Once was a man who was very upset with me because I could not provide him with the name of an insurance agent with whom he could get his contracting business bonded. I think, somehow, this place is not for me. Tomorrow, my goal is fifty snowflakes!

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