I’m flying down to San Francisco tomorrow for a nice, long relaxing weekend (Friday afternoon to Tuesday morning). Napa, fireworks, my birthday, Helen, how could it possibly be better?
My boss, Jason, burst into my office this afternoon asking me if I could hit IKEA with him to buy what would work out to be about $300 worth of picture frames. I’ve been selected, by him, to put together a poster series of sorts for our floor. It serves a legitimate business purpose, and I’m the unlucky one due to my semi-tolerable Photoshop skills.
He was horribly disappointed when I reminded him that I was leaving town, and that-more importantly-he’d been perfectly happy to let me go at the time when he didn’t foresee a pressing desire for nearly a dozen gigantic black frames.
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