There’s one waiting for me at the post office. Which means I have, lessee . . . about four and a half hours to contemplate what it could be.
My guess? I’m goin’ to court. The infamous Missing Coworker has filed a federal suit against my former employer for discrimination, and has (acccording to my former boss) listed me as a witness.*
But for the next four hours or so, I’m just going to sit here and pretend there’s some possibility that I have been named the sole heir of some wildly rich relative I heretofore knew nothing about.
A girl can dream, can’t she?
*She filed a claim with the state last year, and also listed me as a witness, but that time some investigator just called me at work and asked me questions . . . and then the claim was dropped. I was hoping the same would happen this time . . .