Dear Diary,
I’ve been playing catch up all day. At precisely 5:00 pm, I asked myself, “Paige, why are you still working here?”
At exactly 5:10 pm, I marched into B.B.’s office and posed the same question to him.
He was in a lucid moment, due to Bambi visiting her third mother’s cousin (yes, you did read that correctly), but was without a sufficient reason, and offered me yet another salary increase and three extra weeks vacation a year to stay on.
I relented again.
We talked for 45 minutes, however, and I was able to vent quite a bit of frustration.
“B.B.”, I said, “Our client is crass and lacks any sense of decorum. He/she is completely bonkers, worse than that is the grave literary offence of redundancy.
How does he/she think we will be able to publish the same material over and over again?”
I think I finally made a break through! He has agreed to try a new Literary Intervention Technique!
I have booked our client and all his/her personalities for a weekend conference in Montana with a renowned expert in the field of creativity and original ideas.
Avoiding Redundancy For Dunces and Alts.
He/She departs on Friday afternoon! I hope we’re able to hide his/her laptop, so we will have at least one weekend of peace and quiet!
