New job starts today.
Asked to provide proof of Master's Degree Completion.
(Sure, no problem. Have only moved 7 times since then.)
Was sure it was in specific box on specific shelf in basement.
Reached for box, slipperier than I remembered.
Noise so loud, husband came running to my rescue, stepping over shards of Hallmark picture frames as he approached.
He was sure diploma was in particular cardboard tube on particular shelf.
Then he paused.
Did you look on the wall? Over your desk?
No wonder they asked for proof.