First of all, newsflash - after I played hardball, the company that tried to convince me that scamming us for sponsorship benefits without sponsorship came back and said they'd do exactly what they did last year - money, big product donation.
"And then can we have the X, Y, and Z (sponsorship benefits)?" she asked.
True story. "We'll do this so people know we support you" became "Can we have this if we give you money?" Well, hey. That's what happens when a local company is sold partly to an equity firm of no name suits, right?
I shared the good news with a couple of friends and my buddy Crabby Pants shared this art for the occasion. She should be syndicated, no? I wish I could be this amusing, artistic and funny at the same time.
My boss went in and reconfigured things and asked me for the new password, which is a combination of numbers and one of my cat's names. The cat, of course, being Vasil Plotcharsky McNut.
After a couple of attempts to change it based on my dictation, he looked at me like I had a stack of pancakes in my head, but was trying to be polite and not say anything, and said, "Can you write that down?"
Speaking of cats, this month marks a year of Mandrake! This is what he does when he makes a shameless play for attention. So does Mr. RK. Just kidding.