This is a good one. I call in sick this morning becuz I feel like I’m on death’s door. I sleep till 10:30, get dressed, eat lunch with the girls and Jen and Mom. After lunch I check in via IM with work. They are freaking out becuz the 4pm “We really are good designers, please work with us” meeting is still scheduled to take place and my boss is at home with some sort of emergency. My art director is feeling nervous as all hell and my #1 Project Manager who has volunteered to meet with this client is getting antsy too. So, I decide to go in. I’ve taken my Ibuprofen, my neck feels a tad better and I can swallow without feeling like I’m gagging on a lead pipe.

As I pull into the garage, my cell rings. It’s trapped in my jeans pocket, so I miss the call. Walk in the door and they say, “the client just called to beg off.”

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