Wednesday, September 21, 2005



I work for a very old man. He's close to eighty. And increasingly over the year I've worked in the office, I've noticed his increasing forgetfulness and confusion. As horrible as it is to admit, my co-workers and I tend to joke about it. Though, in our defense, I think we often do so to avoid doing him harm in our annoyance and frustration.
Because I'm his actual assistant, I get it more than most. And I try so hard not to let it drive me crazy. Now I'm catching it my own damned self. I blame him.

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