My mama-bearness is a moot point. K-Bug got the job. She called them again and they apologized and said she just had to get her work permit and she was set.
She laughed when I told her I was ready to go tilt windmills for her, even though it would all be virtual instead of actual. I know she is a strong kid, able to stand up for herself.
I'm glad it worked out Suzi.
Oh, yay! Good for K-Bug.
Does this mean I can come buy yummy treats from her?
I have lost my mind, people. Our marketing manager—who's been peppering me with increasingly frequent special requests in addition to my normal workload—sent me an ad layout request at 5:00pm on a Friday. And I sent her the completed file 20 minutes later. WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?
She's tasted blood, Matt, and she'll be back for more.
Oh, no, Matt. You fed the stray filet mignon.
Immediately after I did it, I realized I should have told her that I might be able to get it to her by Tuesday, and then sent it out last thing Monday night. Scotty would be so disappointed in me.
-t, if you want to come all the way to our TJ's, then yes. After a few months we get a 10% discount. Wheeeeee!
Right in Alameda? I won't do it regularly, but if I'm out that way (as I sometimes am), why not?