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Love Sick, by Sara Spring

The Cleaning Person who cleans my office;

When I arrive in the morning to a clean office, I say a little thank you in my heart to all of those on the cleaning staff who have worked so diligently while I slept in my comfortable top of the line sleep number orthopedic bed. It is important for me to come to work in a clean office, hence why I appreciate the hard work on your part. Otherwise, I am unable to set about organizing my desk in a manner that makes me feel efficient with my immediate to do’s to my right and the more complicated errand based projects to the left, allowing me the clarity of mind to remember the birthday of multimillion dollar clients and schmooze them into writing more orders with me. (read more…)

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This entry was posted on September 20, 2012 by in Flash Fiction, Short Stories, Stories and tagged , , , .