rise of the receptionists
Apr 05, 2020
2 minutes
A visit to the dentist leaves me with knots in my guts. I’m not scared of the havoc my grinding has caused or the constant jibes of, “Well, at your age…” That’s all fine, in a slightly terrible way. It’s Margaret* who turns my knuckles white. Call her what you will – receptionist, office clerk, desk executive – she is the Janus, the keeper
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