“So,” Mr. Shelburn smirked, as he swayed by my desk, already overloaded with work that accumulated during the holiday. “What is your New Years Resolution?”
I forced myself to breathe in-slowly. I was seething inside.
“Sure,” he laughed, glancing down at the mass of papers that seemed to clutter my desk already.
“Hmm,” I sighed, looking up at his arrogant grin. “You want a resolution? “ I stacked the pile of papers, crumpled them into a wad, then merrily tossed them into the trash can.
“My promise is to realize what is REALLY important in life, and do away with the rest.”
Suddenly, everyone smiled.
