I’m can’t be 100% certain, and I know what they say about assumptions, but judging by the fact that the ducks on this website are yellow, rubber, and apparently quite dramatic, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that this is not the Department of Agriculture report Josh was looking for.
This isn’t as bad as it looks. I’ve done some research, and I think I can safely say that this isn’t my fault. I can say that about a lot of things, but for once it’s even true. What I need is for you people to say that, especially to this man. (http://www.arrivistepress.com/images/Bradley_cmyk.jpg) Aim for a soothing, steady tone. I find it helps to practice. Try it. “This isn’t Donna’s fault.”
Oh. I’m Donna, by the way. Hi!
Third Person: It didn’t snow often in DC. At least, not by Donna’s standards. DC had nothing on Wisconsin or Madison, even when the nor’easters blew in, drenching the city with sleet and hail and making the Georgetown streets around her apartment impossible.
When it rains, now, or snows, she doesn’t see a city going about its business, going through its day. A hazard of the job. She sees landslides in southern Asia, heavy snowfall destroying supply lines in eastern Europe. Even the most benign spring shower can become an international disaster, starting in her office.
Well. Maybe not her office, exactly, but the office she sits right outside. It’s enough to drive a girl crazy, if she’d let it. She tries not to, by stealing Josh’s chair, or feeding the squirrels that nest outside his office until they learn to mug his windows. She’s contemplating taking up skiing. Her cubical doesn’t have a window, so she doesn’t have to worry too much about the weather -- if it’s raining, she doesn’t think floods, and when the sun is shining she doesn’t worry about droughts.
But then the phone rings, and she answers it thinking about the 1.6 billion people throughout the world who don’t have electricity. Or she pulls a document down from the internet and remembers that 40% of Americans still don’t have access to broadband. And it could make her crazy.
So she prints the document Josh needs, and she leaves his messages on post-its around his monitor. Then she checks her clock and makes a bet against herself about how long it will take him to realize the Department of Canine and Equine Labor Forces isn’t a real department. And she waits for him to start shouting. She lives to work another day.
Donna Moss, 3/3. See what I did thar?
Okay.
I’m can’t be 100% certain, and I know what they say about assumptions, but judging by the fact that the ducks on this website are yellow, rubber, and apparently quite dramatic, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that this is not the Department of Agriculture report Josh was looking for.
This isn’t as bad as it looks. I’ve done some research, and I think I can safely say that this isn’t my fault. I can say that about a lot of things, but for once it’s even true. What I need is for you people to say that, especially to this man. (http://www.arrivistepress.com/images/Bradley_cmyk.jpg) Aim for a soothing, steady tone. I find it helps to practice. Try it. “This isn’t Donna’s fault.”
Oh. I’m Donna, by the way. Hi!
Third Person:
It didn’t snow often in DC. At least, not by Donna’s standards. DC had nothing on Wisconsin or Madison, even when the nor’easters blew in, drenching the city with sleet and hail and making the Georgetown streets around her apartment impossible.
When it rains, now, or snows, she doesn’t see a city going about its business, going through its day. A hazard of the job. She sees landslides in southern Asia, heavy snowfall destroying supply lines in eastern Europe. Even the most benign spring shower can become an international disaster, starting in her office.
Well. Maybe not her office, exactly, but the office she sits right outside. It’s enough to drive a girl crazy, if she’d let it. She tries not to, by stealing Josh’s chair, or feeding the squirrels that nest outside his office until they learn to mug his windows. She’s contemplating taking up skiing. Her cubical doesn’t have a window, so she doesn’t have to worry too much about the weather -- if it’s raining, she doesn’t think floods, and when the sun is shining she doesn’t worry about droughts.
But then the phone rings, and she answers it thinking about the 1.6 billion people throughout the world who don’t have electricity. Or she pulls a document down from the internet and remembers that 40% of Americans still don’t have access to broadband. And it could make her crazy.
So she prints the document Josh needs, and she leaves his messages on post-its around his monitor. Then she checks her clock and makes a bet against herself about how long it will take him to realize the Department of Canine and Equine Labor Forces isn’t a real department. And she waits for him to start shouting. She lives to work another day.