I know I have just about beat this subject to death ... but I am gonna give it one more healthy kick for good measure. We have finally received several checks from Fresenius to cover all the travel and meeting costs that Tracey has had to pay out and then wait for weeks to get reimbursed. So last evening I had to make a trip to the bank to deposit them. You may think that an odd thing to be grumpy about, but I NEVER have to go to the bank in Pekin for anything except to deposit Fresenius checks reimbursing us for their damned expenses. I’m sure this all makes it more profitable for them leaving thousands of dollars out there owed to their poorly paid employees for meetings and travel Fresenius requires in the first place. Well maybe that was two kicks, but it does scorch my cookies!
The only up side to having to go to town was that Tracey met me for supper at Applebee’s. She told me she had received a few text messages from Noah throughout the day marking his progress from Peoria, to Chicago, to Los Angeles, and off to Hawaii. She and I both agree it would be hard to sit on a cramped plane for all those hours but it just MIGHT be worth the wait to land in sunny Hawaii!
Sunbathing Joan, who was a rather well-proportioned secretary, spent almost all of her vacation sunbathing on the roof of her hotel. She wore a bathing suit the first day, but on the second, she decided that no one could see her way up there, and she slipped out of it for an overall tan. She’d hardly begun when she heard someone running up the stairs. She was lying on her stomach, so she just pulled a towel over her rear.
“Excuse me, miss,” said the flustered assistant manager of the hotel, out of breath from running up the stairs. “The Hilton doesn’t mind your sunbathing on the roof, but we would very much appreciate your wearing a bathing suit as you did yesterday.”
“What difference does it make?” Joan asked rather calmly. “No one can see me up here, and besides, I’m covered with a towel.”
“Not exactly,” said the embarrassed man. “You’re lying on the dining room skylight.”
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