Big House

When Fiorella was a child, she dreamed of living in a Cinderella castle. As a young woman, she cast an ambitious eye on pictures of celebrities' palatial homes.  But in her maturity, she has realized that a large home is never quite one's own. If Fio, with her 3000 square feet, employs a bi-weekly maid and a once-a-month yardman, and is now looking for an as-needed handyman, how many people--full-time staff--would the upkeep of a 10,000 sq. ft. "home" require? Or a residence twice that size? There's no way Fio could slip into her Cinderella gown and waltz her way through that large a house without bumping into a squadron of maids dusting, cleaning, and mis-arranging her furniture.  Pity Queen Elizabeth.  Her castle is not her home.

In Regard to a Certain Office Staff

Do not cross the mighty Fiorella.

Do not screw around with her doctor appointments so she is running weeks late for treatment.  Do not try to blame it on Fiorella's insurer.  Do not lie to Fiorella about the date you called the insurer for pre-approval.  Do not advise Fiorella not to contact the insurer herself because then the insurer would make her wait longer.

Fiorella figured you out, took notes each time she talked with you, and did contact the insurer, who then called you with Fio still on the line.

Fiorella knows the score now and so do you.