Sorry, that was a topic not an announcement.
Today at work we celebrated my boss’s boss’s boss’s 50th birthday with a 007 theme party. And by party I mean decorations, cake, sparkling apple juice and uncomfortable mingling. Work appropriate fun was had by all followed by swiftly returning to our duties. But anyway, to facilitate the theme we all came to work in black suits with white shirts (except for me because the shirt that I thought was white was actually pink). Then, we put on paper bow ties and pretended to be in Her Majesty’s Secret Service, rather than the regular old public one. However, a paper bow tie wasn’t enough for me, I wanted the real thing. So I dropped by a local tux rental shop and picked myself up a nifty, tie-it-yourself bow tie, then I had YouTube teach me to tie it. (Not easy.)
Still waiting for the free stuff? Here it comes. When I was there buying the tie, I also asked for a pre-tied clip-on version (just in case YouTube failed to teach me how to tie a real bow tie myself. Isn’t it great how that would be a failure of YouTube and not me?) The clip-on tie should have been an additional $8.00, but the sales guy just threw it in for free. I love free stuff, but I almost never experience the getting of free stuff. Good deals I get, but rarely actual freeness. In this case I fully credit the free stuff to my friend Alisson, who has a gift; people give her things. We’ll go to lunch and she will get free Pita. We will walk by a vendor on the street who just happens to have extra coupons for her. We’ll stop into a restaurant to pick up a to-go menu and the owner will insist she have a desert on the house. (I could go on, but I won’t. She’s lucky like that, and beautiful, and the type of person who you could totally hate if she weren’t so sweet and nice.) Anyway, her ability to get free stuff is a skill I envied, until today. Today, as the tie sales guy handed me the free clip-on bow tie, I realized that it isn’t just Alisson who gets free things but apparently anyone in her realm of influence. I’m totally bringing her the next time I buy a car.
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Straining to hear, I
a chasm of darkness, there
the sea yet swells, stop.
Writing Exercise:
If you were a secret agent, what sort would you be? Are you the suave convince-the-girl-to-give-up-her-secrets type? Are you the intellectual who can figure out any riddle? Or, would you be the type of secret agent who just can’t wait to use the latest secret agent gadget to foil the villain? Under torture (or temptation) could you be turned away from Her Majesty’s service? Today imagine yourself as a secret agent. You still live the same life (your cover) but when needed you leap into action as agent (insert name here). How were you recruited? What are your special skills, and what is the deep secret that might cause your demise? Spend twenty minutes exploring your secret. Happy Writing.
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