by Leslee Kulba
Wild West blogger
So, I used to cover city council meetings for a local newspaper. That was until the boss started coming up with little things to do ten minutes before I had to go out the door. Today, he managed to leave some paperwork behind at a place where the intercom is broken. I need to get the amount of a check from “a guy with a specific title.” And so, here I sit until the cows come home. Wheeeee!
Not to worry. Uneconomic people like me just get in the way, as you shall see in the next two posts . . .