So, after the meeting I’m putting something away and I overhear this priceless tidbit:
A: “I can’t believe we gave that project such a good sendoff.”
B: “But—Holy Crap!—what a lot of work. I told Ms. Subcomittee Chair that after that many months of us busting our butts, she owes me either a dry martini, or one really big joint.”
A: “Get her to cough up both. I’ll meet you two at your place next Friday; you take the joint, and I’ll have the martini. With a little luck, she can pay it all off in one night.”
They say that if you really want to get to know yourself, you should work in a nonprofit for a while . . .
As for me, I think I wasted my time on the wrong subcommittee.
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