Try this for a deep, dark secret: the great Associate Publisher, Kevin? He doesn't exist. I invented him.
Follow: I always loved publishing, so I studied, and apprenticed, and put my name on an office. But absolutely nobody knocked down my door. A female circulation director seemed so... feminine. So I invented a superior. A decidedly tall superior.
Suddenly there were cases around the block. It was working like a charm... until the day he walked in, with his brown eyes and mysterious past. And before I knew it, he assumed My Boss's identity.
Now I do the reporting, and he sits in on long management team conference calls. It's a dangerous way to live, but as long as people buy the magazine, I can get the job done. We never mix business with pleasure. Well, almost never.
I don't even know his real name!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Amber & Too Much Hulu
Labels:
Business,
friends,
irony,
noir,
Programs,
tempting fate,
white-hot thrills
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8 comments:
This is my favorite post anyone on earth has ever made, bar none. NONE.
It is a fine, fine post. But we need to find a detective to help us figure out why Kevin is making that face in the first photo. More to the point, how he is making it.
CRD, I made this post for you. I am glad you approve.
You need a "noir" tag.
You have a "noir" tag. You are good!
I should have made a REMINGTON STEELE tag.
Professional Colleagues.
That is all.
<3
BTW, there is a new Tiggy of the Wink and no post about it. Just sayin'.
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