#lnavaro

“I give uuuup!” Marley shoved her chair back from her desk, spinning it around as she complained in a much too chipper sing-song voice. See, Marley was the least tech savvy twenty something in the midwest. So, what little technological requirements her job did require were pushing it. “Lenny, please explain to me why everythin’ has to be digital now? What happened to good ol’, trusty paper invoices and receipts? Or callin’ someone on the phone? I have tried to say the same thing eight million different ways and this vendor still has the audacity to not understand what I’m talkin’ about. I know I’m not from around here, but it’s not like I’m speakin’ a different language, right?!”

“lenny, are you kiddin’ me?!” marley felt the tears starting to well up in her eyes. she’d never been good at accepting compliments, let alone being told she was made of comets and stars. “i don’t know what kind of good karma i’m gettin’ back by havin’ you in my life, but i can tell you right now i absolutely don’t deserve it. you’re soul is unmatched, sweet pea. i adore and appreciate you more than i could ever say!!”