Whenever I shred papers in my office, I feel like I would have been qualified to work for Enron.There are legitimate and valid reasons I walk over to the paper shredder. ....like when someones credit card information is on a document. ...or contact information. ...or I spent too much and have altered the document. *JUST KIDDING!*
I feel guilty every time I do it, but smile when I leave the paper shredder. It's kinda sick, actually.
The Enron ensuing articles fascinate me. (Does that even make sense any?)
...and it's not enough that I just watched "Fun with Dick and Jane" (...the new one, not the first one.) two nights ago and Enron is back in my head.
"Shred ahead."
