Work....

Finally, a work complaint.

First the picture. 

What?  It's the inside of a drawer.  Well, along with my stamp and petty cash bag, the drawer used to hold a pair of hand cuffs.  Steel bracelets.  Block and tackle.  I know, we have to revisit my sick sense of humor once again... I loved having those things.  I've even used them.  Someone decided that maybe I shouldn't have the 'responsibility' of restraining people.  Drat.  Now I have men in blue by my side.  That's nice and all, but really, I liked the cuffs. 

Libby