So, I got a phone call saying did I know the head high pooh-pah-doo-dah was arriving in the office tomorrow? Yes. I did. I actually read that email. Was I prepared for this VIP? Uh, what’s to prepare? He'll walk…probably float…through, nod to the plebiscite and then spend a whole hour talking to a bunch of engineering type men while I write a story…er...work very, very hard at whatever I’m supposed to do and then he'll leave and I expect gold dust will be left in his wake as a trail of his magnificence at being in the office. Other than making a note to sweep up the gold dust for assaying later I can’t think of anything else I have to do. Apparently I’m not appropriately impressed enough. Well, no…unless he can turn water into wine he’s not much use to me. Yes, I expect I’ll get into trouble. I also expect I’ll eat a mandarin…same old same old really…
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