Head Above WaterChapter 3
I was rubbing my temples, grimacing as I looked down at the referral reports thus far, overall six percent behind goal. At this rate, we might just barely hit goal by the end of the month, and that was unacceptable. I’d never, ever, ever finished a month below goal. Even one percent set off the Dragon Lady. “Celine—” “Get out,” I said. “Get out of my face.” It was one of the supervisors, Paul; another one of those that needed too much hand-holding. I really wasn’t in the mood to answer...