The Goddess Of Irony And My Boss Must Be In Cahoots
On Thursday afternoon The Partner came by my desk and said that our department may be getting a new client. They would be here on Friday and I should make myself available in case they want to meet everyone who would be working on their account. No problem. I tidied up all my files, pulled out some industry magazines to lie on top of the many coffee rings on my desk, and reminded myself not to wear the shirt with the tiny mustard stain right on the boob.
