My job today was in Salem at 9. I didn't get out of here until after 8! I was running late and having a little bit of a time to find the place. When I got there, went up the steps with all my junk in my new big bulgingred bag . . . only to find it's across the street.



So I trudge across the street, go the wrong way, go back. Go in the right door, up the elevator. Tell the chicky behind the window who I was, why I was there. She hands me a visitor badge as she's calling to make… Continue