My year at work 

Thankfully, my 95-year-old client is usually upbeat because yesterday I spilled sawdust on the floor as I was putting it into the woodstove. Exasperated by my clumsiness, I turned to her and shaking my head, bemoaned, “Good help is hard to find, thus you have me.” She waved her hand, dismissing my negativity and quipped, “If you were good help, you wouldn’t stay with me.”

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