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A Chair . . . Really?
As I waited for my next assignment, I admired her office chair. It was cushy, comfortable, supported in all the right places. Good for her! I thought. And then I remembered my old office chair. As I write this, many of the emotions from nearly 25 years as "just a secretary" at a local high school, overwhelm me. Most of the years were good, but it's the hurtful experiences that have clouded my memories. And yes, admiring my friends chair seemed to bring it all back to me. Plea
Cindy Dullum
Apr 263 min read
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