I remember the first day we met like it was yesterday.
It was only three weeks ago, but it was still so fresh.
It was another Monday morning and I had been pissed off since the night before from having an argument with my mom about not visiting on top of me having such a long weekend.
The old secretary that used to work with my dad had recently retired and I had found a new appreciation for that woman for the work that was now there for me to do felt like hiking to the top of mount Everest.
It was never ending and I was totally over it, but it seemed as if the devil had it out for me this morning, for I was now dealing with even more bull shit.
"I just arrived in my office from a weekend break and I have to deal with this shit already?" I yelled frustrated as I walked over to my desk slamming my brief case down, but I was started by a head of brown hair popping up from under my desk as she cheerfully said.
"Good morning sir!"
