The Efficient Mid-Century Solo Worker

Hi there, guys and dolls! Hoping you are all healthy and cocooning away. Stay safe and wash, wash, wash your hands (along with that man right out of your hair, but that may be another post…).

Wash everything, for goodness sake!

So being that this is workday Wednesday and many of you are at home, er, working…. or sitting all alone in a little corner of your big office, now is the time for yours truly to provide some tips on how to have a productive workday, all on your very lonesome!

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Cup that size, not that instant…

First of all, get that all important first cup of coffee poured! Now of course, being on your own, you will be the one making it, so do allot a good 15 minutes of your work time to a. find the coffee, b. wait for it to percolate (no instant Sanka for you!), and c. trade barbs and gossip with your co-… oh, right. Working solo. So a good 15 minutes then to talk to yourself.

With that accomplished, it’s time to catch up on the news. Current events are all important in this modern world! It’s how the movers and shakers make things happen, don’t you know. Of course, that’ll take you til coffee break, so you deserve a snack and a stroll around, get the pins moving.

Read all confidential information thoroughly!

Now depending on your work, it may require you to transcribe, read, sort, etc some confidential (let’s face it salacious and juicy information that is fascinating but none of your business). A model employee would just take care of it lickety-split, but hey, you’re on your own and some of this stuff is good. For instance, how did that big boss afford the ‘business trip’ with his secretary, and exactly whom has dubious charges pending. That sort of stuff. Time to be a conscientious employee and read every line, just to make sure you’re handling the information correctly!

Wow! Is it already lunch? Pretty sure it’ll take a good two hours to prepare and eat, as well as drink the well earned imbibing beverage. Don’t want to rush such things, do we?

Oh, and dang! Did you chip your nail polish on those nasty paper files earlier? Must fix that after coffee break that’s due now. Make sure the varnish is perfectly dry. Don’t want to get any on the business correspondence, do we?

And just like that, your day and nothing is done. Way to go, shoe in for Employee of the Month!

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more posts. And don’t forget to give my Poppy Cove Mysteries a try if you haven’t already.

Toodles, Barbara Jean

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But Ours is Called Rosie OShady

Hi there, guys and dolls! Happy St. Paddy’s Day! May the luck of the Irish be with all of us. By the way, have I ever told you about good old Rosie O’Grady in our neighborhood. Or, as we all call her, Rosie O’Shady. Yep, she’s earned that. Likes it, too!

Slainte, Everyone!

So here’s how it goes. Dear, sweet Rosie moved into town about five years ago, full of her Irish brogue. Charming girl, really. Robust redhead, enough charm to turn all the clovers to four leaf. And get all the husbands chasing down her rainbow to her pot of gold.

One leprechaun in particular, (that would be Rob, husband of Millie), seemed to have figured he had caught his fortune, til his wife found out and snapped the lid of that one down on his head. Rosie just laughed, poured him another green beer and moved on to another pipsqueak who tried to kiss her Blarney Stone (that would be Frank, who’s kisser never quite puckered up the same after that, just ask his wife Marlene…).

Our Very Own Rosie O’Shady…

You see, our Rosie is a bit of a shady lady. She runs a gambling hall out of the basement, poker table and roulette wheels included. Pretty snazzy. She also brews her beer in the shed out back (how she gets it green, I don’t want to know), and throws the liveliest parties you’ll ever attend. And the debauchery she gets away with! Let’s just say it’s the original Whisky A-Go-Go, with a Vegas floor show added in. And never gets a fine or an invitation to the local hoosegow. Such skill! Such organization! Just how does she do it?

Why, by being related to half the police department and dating the other half. In fact, we all know now that if the phone just rings and rings down at the station, just give Rosie’s a call to reach them at the second office. True. Her back porch is furnished with the latest radio and police technology for that very purpose! How handy.

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Have you seen this one?

Anyhoo, sweet Rosie O’Grady may have a song and a movie all about her (one about her daughter, too), but I prefer our Rosie O’Shady with her thriving, swinging business that keeps all the cops and robbers in one place. Slainte, Rosie! That’s one clever way to keep the wind always at your back…

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more posts. And don’t forget to give my Poppy Cove Mysteries a try if you haven’t already.

Toodles, Barbara Jean

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Advice for Spring Blossoms

Hi there, guys and dolls! Hope you’re all faring well and ready for some romantic recommendations on free advice Friday. Let’s get right to it, shall we?

Dear Barbara Jean,

Get a load of this gorgeous green grocer!

I think the produce man at our local green grocer is delicious, but I don’t think he’s ever noticed me. What can I do to get him to see me as more than just another grocery gal shopper?

Longing Loretta in Laredo

Dear Loretta,

Oh, I know your problem. Some of those grocery guys are gorgeous! Why not strike up a conversation about his stock in trade? Pick up a pair of peaches and ask him if he thinks yours are ripe you may, at that point, invite to give them a squeeze. If he needs further encouragement ask him if he thinks the melons are ripe. Finally, you may need to resort to asking him if he has a banana (yes, I do mean just one). If at that point you have not secured a dinner invitation, he is either not yet ripe for the picking or he may prefer a different type of produce than you can provide, such as a cucumber or zucchini ( you’re a bright girl I think you can figure that one out).

Have fun fondling, Barbara Jean

Dear Barbara Jean,

I saw this darling dress that my mother and I thought would be perfect for my Spring social. Father, on the other hand, insists on coming shopping with us and whenever he sees the price tag for anything I like, he immediately says that it is too expensive and doesn’t let mother buy it for me. Barbara Jean, I really, really, really want this dress how do I get him to say “yes” to the dress?

After Yolanda and her mother are done with father
this tag will be a sight for sore eyes.

Yearning Yolanda in Yuba City

Dear Yolanda,

This one is a cinch! Get your mother to take you to the most expensive and glamorous dress stores in town and try on the skimpiest and most expensive dresses you can find. Let your father get an eyeful of those high price tags and revealing designs. While he is still in shock, take him to the store where your darling dress is and I’ll guarantee he’ll have no problem seeing your choice as sensible and smart for his young lady.

Helping you learn how to wrap your father around your little finger, Barbara Jean

Keep your letters coming! I love to help or hinder any way I can.

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more posts. And don’t forget to give my Poppy Cove Mysteries a try if you haven’t already.

Toodles, Barbara Jean

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Love, Italian Style

Hi there, guys and dolls! Getting ready to spend a wild weekend, hunkered down in your book fort? For this week’s raves n faves, I’ve got some great suggestions for some wonderful reading by one of my favorite authors, Adriana Trigiani. I’ve recommended her Big Stone Gap series last year (click here to be taken to that post), but here are some of her other wonderful stories, including the delightful Valentine series. Just click on the titles or book covers to go to Amazon to get your own copies.

Very Valentine
Book One – Very Valentine

VERY VALENTINE – (First novel in the Valentine trilogy.) The Angelini Shoe Company, one of the last family-owned businesses in Greenwich Village, has been making exquisite wedding shoes since 1903 but now teeters on the brink of financial collapse. To save their business from ruin, thirty-three-year-old Valentine Roncalli—apprentice to and granddaughter of master artisan Teodora Angelini—must bring the family’s old-world craftsmanship into the twenty-first century. Juggling her budding romance with dashing chef Roman Falconi, her duty to her family, and a design challenge presented by a prestigious department store, Valentine returns to Italy with her grandmother in a quest to build a pair of glorious shoes to beat their rivals. And in the course of discovering her true artistic voice and so much more in la bella Italia, Valentine will be turning her life and the business upside down in ways she never expected.

Book Two – Brava, Valentine

BRAVA, VALENTINE – (Second novel in the Valentine trilogy.) When Valentine’s grandmother begins a new life in Italy, she places Valentine and her nemesis, her brother Alfred, “the Prince,” as partners at the Angelini Shoe Company, makers of handcrafted wedding shoes since 1903. A once-in-a-lifetime business opportunity takes Valentine from the winding streets of Greenwich Village to the sun-kissed cobblestones of Buenos Aires, where she unearths a long-buried family secret and finds herself torn between a past love that nurtured her and a new one that promises to sustain her.

Book Three – The Supreme Macaroni Company

THE SUPREME MACARONI COMPANY – (Third novel in the Valentine trilogy.) For more than one hundred years, the Angelini Shoe Company in Greenwich Village has relied on the leather produced by Vechiarelli & Son in Tuscany. This ancient business partnership provides a twist of fate for Valentine Roncalli, the schoolteacher-turned-shoemaker, to fall in love with Gianluca Vechiarelli, a tanner with a complex past . . . and a secret. But after the wedding celebrations are over, Valentine wakes up to the reality of juggling the demands of a new business and the needs of her new family. Confronted with painful choices, Valentine remembers the wise words that inspired her in the early days of her beloved Angelini Shoe Company: “A person who can build a pair of shoes can do just about anything.” Now the proud, passionate Valentine is going to fight for everything she wants and savor all she deserves—the bitter and the sweet of life itself.

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Lucia, Lucia

LUCIA, LUCIA – It is 1950 in glittering, vibrant New York City. Lucia Sartori is the beautiful twenty-five-year-old daughter of a prosperous Italian grocer in Greenwich Village. The postwar boom is ripe with opportunities for talented girls with ambition, and Lucia becomes an apprentice to an up-and-coming designer at chic B. Altman’s department store on Fifth Avenue. Engaged to her childhood sweetheart, the steadfast Dante DeMartino, Lucia is torn when she meets a handsome stranger who promises a life of uptown luxury that career girls like her only read about in the society pages. Forced to choose between duty to her family and her own dreams, Lucia finds herself in the midst of a sizzling scandal in which secrets are revealed, her beloved career is jeopardized, and the Sartoris’ honor is tested.

The Queen of the Big Time

THE QUEEN OF THE BIG TIME – In the late 1800s, the residents of a small village in the Bari region of Italy, on the shores of the Adriatic Sea, made a mass migration to the promised land of America. They settled in Roseto, Pennsylvania, and re-created their former lives in their new home-down to the very last detail of who lived next door to whom. The village’s annual celebration of Our Lady of Mount Carmel-or “the Big Time,” as the occasion is called by the young women who compete to be the pageant’s Queen-is the centerpiece of Roseto’s colorful old-world tradition. The industrious Castellucas farm the land outside Roseto. Nella, the middle daughter of five, aspires to a genteel life “in town,” far from the rigors of farm life, which have taken a toll on her mother and forced her father to take extra work in the slate quarries to make ends meet. But Nella’s dreams of making her own fortune shift when she meets Renato Lanzara, the son of a prominent Roseto family. Renato is a worldly, handsome, devil-may-care poet who has a way with words that makes him irresistible. Their friendship ignites into a fiery romance that Nella is certain will lead to marriage. But Nella is not alone in her pursuit: every girl in town seems to want Renato. When he disappears without explanation, Nella is left with a shattered heart. Fouryears later, Renato’s sudden return to Roseto the night before Nella’s wedding to the steadfast Franco Zollerano leaves her and the Castelluca family shaken. For although Renato has chosen a path very different from Nella’s, they are fated to live and work in Roseto, where the past hangs over them like a brewing storm. An epic of small-town life, etched in glorious detail in the trademark Trigiani style, The Queen of the Big Time is the story of a determined, passionate woman who can never forget her first love.

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more posts. And don’t forget to give my Poppy Cove Mysteries a try if you haven’t already.

Toodles, Barbara Jean

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Supply and Demand

Hi there, guys and dolls! Well, we sure had some fun at the office this week. Made workday Wednesday just fly by, let me tell you!

Susie supplying us

It all started late last week when Susie was promoted from the Steno Pool to the grand honor and responsibility of Supply Clerk. And boy howdy, she took her job seriously. Anyhoo, by Thursday afternoon, that girl was wandering around the office with a pen and clipboard, muttering furiously about modernization, mechanization and efficiency, scaring the crap out of all of us. What in the world was that girl looking to supply us with? Would there be paper clips, carbon paper, typewriter ribbon and heaven forbid, toilet paper (that’s right, although this blog is set fictionally in yours truly’s time of the vague 1950’s, it’s being written in 2020, forever now known as the great toilet paper panic… nope, can’t even escape it here….). Susie just smiled her Susie sunshine smile and said we’d all be happy…

Friday was just as furious and frantic. Susie’s blasting orders out on the phone and all we could hear was snippets of, “must be here Monday…” “does it take nickels, dimes and quarters….” “how often does that get refilled…” and the most curious, “…so then you just kick it” coming from her corner of the building. I’ll be the first to admit that we were all a little wary of the shape of things to come. The maniacal glint in her eye with the rush of corporate control and power all going to her head, we did not know what was going to happen come Monday, but all Susie said was that we’ll all be pleased.

The most popular vending machine by far

And the glorious Monday came (um, did I just describe going to the day job as glorious – oh well, stay tuned…). There was Susie, bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to take us on a tour of the new modern office that she supplied for our demands. Shiny new vending machines! She got us everything. Of course, there were the usual suspects of sandwiches, coffee, and candy bars, but our little smart Susie understood our true needs. As in whisky, dimestore paperbacks (easy to read in the file folders), mambo records (how about a limbo, anyone), perfume, clean undies (I’m not saying who I saw using that one, but let’s just say Rhonda’s reputation is justified), cigarettes (prelit for your convenience, natch), and the most popular, Rum dispenser (Daiquiri, everyone?).

So by the time Tuesday quitting time rolled around, nobody was leaving. Why bother? Fresh unmentionables, cocktails, dance music, bar snacks, what more does the office worker need to get through the workday into evening into night into next morning (it was only after Dave from accounting pointed out that this solar/lunar cycle had gone on right outside our corporate windows that we realized how much time had passed).

Susie held responsible for supply and demand issues

Then we began to run out of nickels. The quarters and dimes had been swallowed up first, but the party was over when we realized that we couldn’t jimmy out any more change from anyone’s pockets and the whisky had run dry (forget the rum, that happened before quitting time, day one).

Of course, the real downer was when the big boss laid down the law, stating that his demand for productivity had not been met by the supply of his workforce (that would be us poor workers).

So bye-bye, big shiny vending machines of our dreams. Out they rolled, while Susie slunk back to the Steno pool. Fun’s fun til someone loses a Mai-Tai….

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more posts. And don’t forget to give my Poppy Cove Mysteries a try if you haven’t already.

Toodles, Barbara Jean

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Birthday for Betty Jean

Hi there, guys and dolls! Well, look at that – spring is almost here. Hope you’ve had a nice weekend. Let me tell you about mine. After this one, nobody can tell me I’m not a good neighbor, no siree! Let me fill you in.

It all started Saturday morning. I had a delightful lie-in, wondering just what could the day bring. All of a sudden, my phone started ringing and would not stop. Not a good sign at eight in the morning. Not at all.

Seems that Nancy down the street was in full crisis mode. Seems that her oven was on the fritz and today, of all days. She was having a birthday party for her little Betty Jean and oh, couldn’t I just help out a little….

See, with Nancy, a little doesn’t mean a little. No, it means a lot. As in, can I come over and use your oven to bake the cake and the party food? Great. And then as in, seeing how everything will be there, why don’t we just have the party at your house?

Nancy and Betty Jean taking over my kitchen

What? Really? Are you kidding? No. Now let’s get this straight. I think kids are great. You know, other people’s children that I can send home when the cranky hour sets in. Mine, not theirs (my tether’s long been burnt to a crisp long before they run out of steam..). So you know what my answer was.

Party kids making a mess in my house

Long story short (as in, now you know Barbara Jean, I named my little Betty Jean after you, she’s just a delight, just like you, then she puts the crying child on the telephone, telling me how sad she is now that she won’t have a birthday….), Nancy and Betty Jean show up and take over my kitchen. I then take over the bar cart and just watch over the festivities in a martini haze (how else does one get through such trauma).

About two o’clock the doorbell’s going off like an air-raid siren and the living room’s now abuzz with all these little people. And I thought the cocktail parties were messy. Streamers, balloons, donkey tails pinned everywhere, mucky chocolate cake hand prints all over the walls, and hot dog parts sticking out between the sofa cushions (I’m not even going to explain how that happened…).

A good likeness of Marty the Magnifico

Then the pandemonium was followed by the party entertainer – Marty the Magnifico, the Mystical Magician. And you know what? He wasn’t so bad (looking, that is – his act was pretty cheesy, but the kids liked it). Me, I liked the fact that after I let him know there was a little magic making between us, he volunteered me in a little vanishing act and foosh! just like that, Marty and I were gone and out at a little corner bistro.

Sure hope Nancy cleaned and locked up. I’ll check later….Right now, I’m still watching him pull a rabbit out of his hat, or at least, that’s what he calls it…

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more posts. And don’t forget to give my Poppy Cove Mysteries a try if you haven’t already.

Toodles, Barbara Jean

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Blog Break

Get out there and have a ball!

Hi there, guys and dolls, blog break! Yours truly needs a week to create some adventures to blab and blog about… Stay tuned, more frivolity to come at The Wonderful World of www.barbarajeancoast.com ! In the meantime, why don’t you have a gander through the blog and catch up on any posts you may have missed? And also don’t forget to give my Poppy Cove Mysteries a try if you haven’t already.

Toodles, Barbara Jean

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Free Hints for Fixing Husbands

Hi there, guys and dolls! Nothing causes more problems than domestic bliss, doesn’t it? Or maybe it’s just husbands… Anyhoo, I’ve got a couple of fine devoted wives asking yours truly what the heck to do with their other half. Read on to see my free and almost helpful advice to possibly train those impossible men of theirs.

Dear Barbara Jean,

I am fed up with my husband’s practical jokes, especially when he uses to trick our children. Last week he scared little Jimmy so badly that wouldn’t come out of the closet all night and poor little Suzie won’t go near any of her frilly dresses because she’s worried that Daddy put itching powder in all of them, again. What’s a wife to do?

Exasperated Edith in Enderby

Dear Edith,

This is how you could make practical joker Daddy behave…

I agree, your husband needs to be taken down a notch or two. Here’s an idea to fix his little red wagon! Get a hold of some rubber knives and possibly rope. Get the kids to surprise your husband when he comes home from work one day, even tie him up in a chair with that length of rope if you have to (don’t be surprised if you enjoy doing that, they say it’s perfectly normal for married couples, so I’m told…) . Do not untie him until he agrees not to play jokes on the family again. Agree to a truce and go out for ice cream.

Keeping families happy, Barbara Jean

Dear Barbara Jean,

My husband is the director of our little amateur theater group’s production of A Streetcar Named Desire and I think I would make the perfect Blanche DuBois, but he wants to cast Marcy, the neighborhood divorcee. How do I make him give me the part?

Thespian Teresa in Toluca

Teresa and her husband before she got my advice

Dear Teresa,

Here’s what you do: Study the part and on the night of the first performance tell Marcy that there is a Hollywood agent scouting around and somebody needs to take him out for a drink. Watch Marcy’s dust as she skitters out the door to play hostess. Then get into costume and save the show.

Break a leg, Barbara Jean

Keep your letters coming! I love to help or hinder any way I can.

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more posts. And don’t forget to give my Poppy Cove Mysteries a try if you haven’t already.

Toodles, Barbara Jean

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Pathe Knew How to Make Them Grand

Hi there, guys and dolls! For my Raves n Faves this week, I am sharing some of my all-time favorite things, Pathe films. There are so many great ones, but I am focusing in on some fantabulously glamourous ones. Just click on the image or the title to be taken to the whole film on their Youtube site. Happy viewing!

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Jill sure knows how to make a workout look fun, doesn’t she?

Jill Day’s Gym – let’s start with a little exercise, shall we? This short gem is fabulous, fit and funny. Really, this is something to be seen. You’ll learn a thing or two, and not just about keeping your girlish figure in check! And by the way, just who could resist a male gym partner named Rusty Hood!?! Well I couldn’t, and Jill sure can’t. This clip is certainly a workout for the eyes, too as it’s not just for the ladies. Now if only I can tear my good friend Biff away from the screen, I could move on…

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Stunning, just stunning!

Italian Fashions – What happens when fabulous Italian models invade England? Why, some of the most dreamiest scenes you’ve ever seen. That Schubert of Rome sure could design an evening dress? And how about that red brocade? Just darling!

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Rahvising works of art….

Old Master Fashions – nope, not dressing up some old geezers, but showing off some of the latest 1950’s designs influenced by classic paintings. Degas, Renoir, Gauguin, to name drop a few. And the dresses are devine. Designed by the Rahvis sisters, they are true works of art. Got a spare 60 yards of tulle? I’d like to see you try to just whip one up! Why not just whip one up.

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Ah, the jet set life

Taiho Fashions – and now we are off to Ireland to check out the latest in Taiho, the new spiffy, swiffy silk alternative (yeah, I have no idea what that is, either…). Ultra glamourous setting and clothing in Ulster, anyhoo. Ooh, just stop asking questions and enjoy the film, would ya? Love the dishy swishy and bright colors!

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Ooh, how glamourous!

Paris, the City of Fashion – last stop, Paris! This delightful film is such a treasure. It has opening credits, a bit of a storyline, Parisian street scenes and full of the usual quips and jaunty humor that make the Pathe films make you feel like you’ve been on holiday. At just over 14 minutes long, this is such a treat for the senses. Heck, even by the time it’s done, you can appreciate the really goofy almost French accent of the narrator (almost, it’s pretty geeky, to be honest – eh, it works in its own hokey way…)

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more posts. And don’t forget to give my Poppy Cove Mysteries a try if you haven’t already.

Toodles, Barbara Jean

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Working at a Fevered Pitch

Hi there, guys and dolls! You know some days at the day job are just well, stupid, for lack of a better word? This would be one of them. No one got anything done (wait, that’s not news), but there certainly was fevered activity, especially by the female staff. Let me fill you in.

Old Dr. Schwartzman, ugh.

It all started when the big boss had informed Bertha the office manager that it was time yet again for the annual staff physicals. Today. And the frenzy ensued. See, nobody liked the doctor. Old Dr. Schwartzman. He smelled funny, like decaying mothballs. He always looked at you kind of cock-eyed, like he didn’t believe it when you said, “Of course, Doctor, I don’t drink,” or “Yes Doctor, I get plenty of exercise…” He’d just sort of harumph a grunt and scribble something down and claim you fit for work. Not a big deal, just didn’t like dealing with the old grump.

Anyhoo, about ten minutes before he was due to arrive, there was a great buzz going through accounting, marketing and both the secretarial and typing pools. Dr. Schwartzman had retired and there was a new, young doctor. And gasp, he was eligible!

Where the heck did they get these outfits from?

You’ve never seen such a female frenzy in your life! Half the girls were vying for nailing the new doctor by going the “Doctor, could you look at my sore throat,” or the “I have a little pain right here, at the top of my cleavage…” route, applying warpaint lipstick, perfume and undoing blouse buttons and hiking up hemlines. The other half were going the “Florrie Nightingale” with a floozy twist. Where these clever girls were able to get the uniforms in such short order I’ll never know (what, did they keep them in their desks for the occasional game of doctor with the junior execs in the supply closet…), but when I went down to the lunch room, I was surrounded by a crowd of them viciously trying to ‘out-nurse’ each other in the most competitive ‘compassion’ contest yours truly has ever seen. It was like being in a den of vipers with folded caps…

Mindy, working on her own medical marvel…

Finally, the moment arrived. In walked the handsome new doctor, stethoscope around his neck, with perfect hair and a devil may care grin and swagger (think Doctor Kildare…) and toddling behind him in her perfectly starched ensemble was Mindy from the steno pool, grinning from ear to ear, carrying a clipboard and ready for her medical action. See, she had skipped the coffee clatch, ran downstairs and met him in the lobby, claiming that she was ‘sent from the agency’ to assist him (the fact that she had absolutely no understanding of medical terms didn’t stop her, oh no). She hummed and nodded appropriately, made squiggly notes, passed everyone anyway, including Charlie from acquisitions who actually wasn’t even there, he was on sick leave…. Made no difference to the doctor, he didn’t know him anyhow.

By the end of the day, we all were deemed fit for work, and Mindy deemed the doctor fit for play. He didn’t argue.

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more posts. And don’t forget to give my Poppy Cove Mysteries a try if you haven’t already.

Toodles, Barbara Jean

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