<strong>Jim</strong><br/><br/>Jim was dragging along this morning, nursing a cup of coffee with his head down, when the familiar ping of an e-mail made him look up.  Expecting to see a follow-up chewing out from his boss, he wasn't sure if he was happy or not when he saw Ali@GlobalInvestmentsdotCom on his screen.  He stared at the screen, as though it would somehow tell him how bad the e-mail was.  Jim knew he had to face the music and with a belt of coffee to steel him, he clicked on the e-mail to open it.<br/><br/>Thank God for the little things.  She wasn't throwing his actions back in his face...at least not right away.  He sent her a return e-mail.  "Sorry about my running off.  Thank you for the darts.  I'll be by before lunch to pick them up.  Jim"