For the Lady Who Wanted it All
The memories of Virginia flooded my memories and then she again flooded me completely.
I was sitting in the break room at work a few days ago when a page came over the intercom for me to answer a customer call. In that I was on break, I called the desk and asked if someone else could answer it for me, but was told that the customer had specifically asked for me, and told that I could begin my break anew if I took the call, so please to do so. Being a long standing employee, I of course did so, and now l...