I was in a foul mood when I got to work. Frazzled, tired, and not a little irritable at being late for work because of getting so much runaround from my “beloved” U of A (feel free to imagine the sarcastic tone one would expect), I was really struggling to be the cheerful public servant. Intervention wound its way up to the second floor in the form of one of my favorite teens, A, of fake fingernail fame here at Holley’s House. She told me funny stories, we talked about our respective classes, I watched with not a little sympathy as she did what looked like arcane math homework, and she drew me some pictures! Enjoy!