The dream.
The dream is coming true.
I am believe this trip is turning me into the royalty I have always known myself to be. First, there was much discussion today about being behind castle walls. About sending manuscripts out into the scary world “out there” and behind able to retreat behind my safe, grammatically correct castle walls.
Then, after debating with some coworkers as to whether I’d be deigning to come down a floor to visit them or if they’d be coming up to see me in my temporary cubicle, I get this email from one of them, “Oh, I can come up there. I’m not THAT lazy. I just thought maybe it’d be easier for you to see everyone here than to continue to be interrupted. But if you’d rather us come to you, like you’re a queen or something, so be it.”
Ho ho! Buddy. You don't even know. I figure if I can fly to Indianapolis they can damn well take the elevator up a floor to meet me the rest of the way.
They have now taken to calling me Princess Cat. And they don’t even know about the blog! It’s awesome. I’ve been basking in the glory of my newfound kingdom. Baby, I think we’re moving to Indianapolis. The cost of living’s not so bad out here! We could buy… well, we could buy a palace.
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6 comments:
Finally, they have recognized your inner royalty.
Too funny!
Good luck out there this week! I hope everything's going well. I can't wait to hear more about it when you return.
All hail Princess Cat!
It's great to be a Princess, no?
curtsying as I read this ;)
Wherever you go, you'll be Queen of your castel! Good luck!
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