my day
... flow of anxious, suspicious, inflammatory words head on desk as words continue the phone never leaves my ear but my mind does listening only for a pause to jump in and offer soothing words when there is no cure for the domineering, anal, overprotective parent who drones and demands while i conduct the flow with my toes propped up on my desk secretly smiling at my unprofessional posture while i professionally answer their questions until they are satisfied (ha!) or more likely until they grow tired from frustration until they realize my answers are the Policy until they decide they should call my boss until they hang up and end the dance of the OTD i sit in my chair phone attached to my ear "my son my daughter my perfectly wonderful child" denied rejected or admitted but where are the scholarships? hous...