I didn’t get a chance to write anything yesterday. It was a bit hectic at the office, with my boss Craig announcing his departure to other employees and introducing Morgan Reiss to all the staff.
When he said “veteran” of the business and mentioned she had something like a gadzillion years of experience, I thought he was talking about a woman in her late forties, early fifties. Turns out she’s in her mid-thirties. Much of her job experiences overlapped with each other, so the misunderstanding was normal. I guess a lot of people “pad up” their resumes that way. It’s not a strict lie, but it’s a bit misleading, if you ask me.
Anyway, back to Miss Reiss (notice: she’s NOT a Mrs). As women in their mid-thirties go, she’s a total fox. I mean, seriously! I’d put some faerie dust in her coffee, if you catch my drift. There’s only one problem: she’s clearly very conservative. The religious conservative type. Card-carrying and all that. It’s a shame, though — she’s got a killer figure and the face of a superstar.
Lovely. Now all I have to do is to keep her away from my left hand, and vice versa.
Jaycee
