Workaholic
by Shari Dinkins I ONCE SAW this notice in the San Francisco Chronicle: Workaholics Anonymous meeting. Tuesday, 8:00 pm. Church at 16th and Church Street. We understand if you can’t make it. I laughed; then I felt a small tightness in my belly. Workaholic. That’s me. And I did not go. Later I sent for some information from the organization. I received it four months later. I wondered if a workaholic, like me, just couldn’t find time to get the thin, blue tri-fold and the two stapled white sheets into a #10 envelope, address it and send it to me. […]
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