I wish they did.
Some Einstein played with the wires at my desk on Friday, for evidently, they weren’t satisfied with how I DID it, and killed my , as I affectionately call it,” My time-life operator headset.”
I have been waiting for three days for the phone to get back to life, but to no avail, so I had to redo my phone and go back to stiff neck extremis and answer it the old way.
If a pompous person of the male persuasion comes by this desk again, this might be my last blog, because I am going to have some words to say and they, rest assured, will not be Merry Christmas.
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