I felt so powerful. I'd just finished saying "I'd rather shoot myself in the face than have to see another pile of stupid friggin' poinsettias!" and now here was a bulletin telling me I mattered.
It was quickly brought to my attention that the very serious reaction alluded to had naught to do with me but a near fatal allergic reaction someone in the building had last year.
I've made peace with the fact that if someone has to nearly die for me to get what I want, I can live with that. It is the season of giving after all.
