5 thoughts on “Intrusions

  1. The whimsical wannabe hippie from the 70’s in me whispers every morning, “On your death bed, no one will care if those TPS reports got done on time – or at all…” The pissed off, bitter, sour adult in me smacks the hippie upside the head and shouts, “IF WE’RE OUT OF A JOB NEXT WEEK, SOMEONE’S GOING TO CARE ABOUT A LOT OF THINGS PRETTY DAMN QUICK!”


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