So here I sit. Bright sunshiny Saturday morning and I'm watching the clock on my dashboard tick away the minutes. Waiting for a meeting that could mean...what? I had no idea. All I knew was, I wasn't going in just yet. The last five years of my life had been spent working for a boss that considered arriving on time to be late. Arrive five minutes early for everything or there was hell to pay. Well not any more. And so I sat.
But last night, the craziest thing happened. I got a message. Be at the campaign office at 9:00 a.m. And here I was. So much for not jumping when called. Pavlav's dogs had nothing on me. Here I was in the parking lot....and my one last shred of control was to walk into this meeting late. Okay so it was playground level control....but it was something. Right? Take that dogs.
8:59 a.m. the display showed. It was taking everything I had to not bolt for the door.
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