At the work. Doing work. work, work, work… No lunch. Looking at the last 3 hours of a 11 hour day… You get the idea. It was the day I do schedules, and so I was in the back office with my best friend, Mr. Slow Intranet Archaic Software. The phone was ringing, and it is my pet peeve that the phone must NOT ring more than 3 times. The cashiers know better! I hate that! So I picked up on the 4th ring to a woman asking for Mr. (Richard’s last name). I was both startled and a bit freaked out. I told her that no one by that last name worked here. She asked if I knew of a Richard (last name). Getting really freaked out as to who this weird caller was and how she associated ME at work with Richard at this point I asked her why she would ask me that. I mean, how was I to know her business, and she hadn’t even asked my name! We went in circles for a bit before she finally told me she had his wallet. That was when I really freaked out. Richard is a foolish girl with his whole life in there, It’s not a wallet but more of a gutted day-runner chock full of every credit card, receipt, banking record, and piece of identification he owns. Not to mention greeting cards and personal letters I have given him over the years, as well as photos and important legal documents!

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