I barely walked through the door when T called. He was just hours away from a deadline that’s too urgent and too important. These unexpected calls are always followed by minutes of mental head scratching, but considering we had just marked another year without L, I stopped scratching and obliged.
We cut the pointless small talk. I expected to go straight to work, but blanked when he said, "Just do what you do after a long day"Tweet
Face of IHG: In All Biased-ness - Not even six months in and one of my trainees takes part in this event.
Can’t help, but show my full support - in all biased-ness
We talked a little bit about what she was going to do for the talent portion. I mildly suggested that she stick to her strengths and draw.
I’m kinda glad she did because this girl can draw, for real…. and in a couple of minutes too.
And, how many times have you seen anyone draw on the spot in this beauty pageant-type of competition?
I liked what it represented - the other part of the female population that isn’t really inclined to sing or dance, but with talents that shouldn’t be valued any less.
Of course, the other half of the biased-ness in that event is pretty obvious —
A collection of pocket writing on food, travel and misfit adventures - seeing life through better senses each day with my trusty grasshoppa sidekick or my beloved cats.
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