I'll never forget my introduction to a
contractor's world of paperwork. My
boss asked me to join him in the cab
of his truck to "get some paperwork
out of the way." As I slipped into the
cab, I realized he was speaking literally.
Towering sheaves of pink and
yellow paper completely smothered
the dash board from one side of the
truck to the other. My boss mumbled
something about feds, forms, and fornication
as he searched haphazardly
through the piles.
Wintry air began to fill the truck,
and I asked if he minded if I turned
up the heat. "Go for it," he said, and
I flicked the fan to high. Unfortunately,
the heater was set