October 11, 2014

        “My car’s ready to be picked up. I need you drive me to the body shop,” Ashley said. It was a small request which under normal circumstances I would have been happy to oblige, but this time I was panic-stricken. I started mentally scrambling and talking at the same time. “Well I can just have one of the trainees drive you,” I said. “I don’t think I should leave my desk. And my car is a mess. I will call the mailroom and get one of the trainees up here.”         ”No. I want you to take me. In your car,” said Ashley.         “Ash, my car is really messy right now. There’s junk everywhere! My passenger side has my workout....continue reading