Today there are two printed errors in the paper that are my fault. Almost immediately after looking at them and feeling stupid about it, I get a call from the front desk that someone is here to see me.
In my head, it is one of the people affected by my error and they are here to chew me out. Give me a break, I'm thinking, I get a few free ones!
So the whole time I'm walking downstairs, I'm making a speech inside my head that I plan on saying as soon as I see the mean guy so he can't say anything smart.
Turns out, I'm a drama queen...and it's a sweet old man from Lenoir City who came to drop off an announcement about a benefit golf tournament.
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