Secrets of Sylvia

My employer has been pointing fingers quit a bit lately. I don't know what's up, but she's been in a sort of foul mood...which makes me want to avoid her.

Now, my lack of communication has resulted in her sending an e-mail that made me cry. I guess I just can't live up to what's expected of me.

I sent an e-mail back where I dared to be a bit honest. Perhaps it was the happy pills I got when I meant to get a pap smear...or perhaps it's the wine I just drank.

But I don't care. And I sort of let it out. Politely, of course.

More on this later...