When everything that could go wrong went wrong in the office today, our disheartened and extremely stressed staff couldn't even be revived by candy, and this is a place where candy cures most things. But maybe because today all that was left was Almond Hershey Kisses and black licorice flavored salt water taffy. Nast.
Phones tied up, important people on hold, a car accident, broken printers and lost documents when the Archbishop walks in. This tiny man calms the entire room as he stands in the doorway, smiling with a bit of concern. He edges towards us as we all sheepishly shake his holy hands and introduce ourselves.
"This is our student worker, Megan."
"It's so nice to meet you, Archbishop" (or something totally lame like that, famous people make my thoughts blurry.)
"Megan! I have one of you in my car! "
A student? He has a student? Oh God. Gosh. Shit. !!!!.
"Megan and Sheila. They're my dogs!"
"Oh. Ohh! I thought...Nevermind."
"Yes. Well. It was nice meeting you!"
I walked out to his car and introduced myself to his dogs while he was in the meeting. They seem nice. And they could probably do my job much better than I. Or at least not make complete asses of themselves.
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don't worry about it, at least you can happily make fun of musicians with no stage presence, right?
damn, i wish i knew an archbishop, mainly because i would have to rock out some hardcore chord progressions every time he walked in the room, fiery furnaces style.
maybe some air guitar. maybe.
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