My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

A few days ago, JP returned a draft of something I had handed him.  Usually my drafts return hemorhaging red ink and shuffling off on its last mortal coil.  This time, it had only substained a flesh wound and was barely limping.  After making the required changes, I dropped by JP’s office to pilfer pretzels, which he keeps in plentiful supply on his desk, and to ask if I could send the document out the door.  He replies, “Yes, thanks.”  I stand by expectantly, a porter waiting for the tip.  After a couple of seconds, JP notices and looks up, slightly baffled.

“Aren’t you going to compliment me?”  I ask, spoiled after too many assigments for SP, who strongly believes in positive reinforcement.

“What?”  He inquires, bemusement splayed across his usually stoic features.

“Well, you barely revised this draft!”  I reasonably point out.

“Barely?”  He says, one eye-brow raised superciliously.

“Don’t you remember how bad the first thing I turned into you was?”

“Yeah.”  He whispers, noticebly wincing at the memory, a distant look in his eyes as he recalls the horror.  “That was really bad.  I guess this is better.”

It’s a good thing I have a healthy ego…

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