Today I Found Out that I'm Mean

Today I was able to go back to work, which was a blessing and a curse. My boss accused me of being mean -- which I may be some times, but not to her. Well, not to her face.

She was frustrated that I didn't put client contacts in a follow-up file (which are sometimes just parts of names and half a phone number scrawled on a take-out menu). "You wouldn't be that mean ... you just couldn't be that mean," she kept droning as she shuffled through the mountain of random paper on the desk we share.

I finally produced what she was looking for, and she made three different folders to put the stuff in: Follow up A, Follow up A++ and Follow up B. The best filing system ever invented.