A Piece of My Mind Section Editor: Roxanne
K. Young, Associate Editor.
It's cold in here. Dark too. The dust is accumulating on my arms. I
dread the day I become hoar-frosted like that desk over there behind the bookshelves.
It's hard for me to believe that only six months ago I occupied the most luxurious
office in the hospital. Carpeting, wonderful prints of some of the finest
art hanging on freshly painted walls, windows facing the river and the palisades
on its western shore, and beautiful Mission furniture from Larsen were just
part of my intimate surroundings. Now I sit, several boxes boring into my
back, propped on a footstool, tilted back, two legs in the air, balanced precariously
on the third. Sure I complained some back then. After all, who doesn't? Like
my ex-boss, I never fully appreciated what I had as we pressed to get so much
into each day.
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