Alice

 

My late friend and co-worker holding our baby Rocky, fresh from the maternity ward.  That was October 1975.  Alice and I shared the same birthday. 

I am an early person.  Alice was a late person.  She was late so many times management was thinking about suspending her for constant tardiness.  Our supervisor came to me and suggested that since I was always early why didn’t I make myself useful when I get there to call her at home to make sure she is awake.  Which I did.  Alice’s reporting time improved.  Which, then her boss presented her a monetary award for showing the most improvement.

Which pissed me off.  If it wasn’t for me she would have still be late.