I'm holed up in my office when I hear their rising voices. Now I don't speak Polish, but I do speak panic, and from the tone of what they're saying, I suspect there's trouble afoot. As I hear the slap of flip-flops barreling down the hallway, I think to myself, "Whatever this is can't be good." To backtrack, I spend every Friday from 11-2 hiding in my office when our cleaning ladies come. Mind you, this is the newer service, as we fired the old team due to theft. Also, I realize in an economy...
Published on March 22, 2010 14:07