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.
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