Today With Patty - Nov. 10, 2006

by Patty

Heh, heh. I admit it. I am an evil, evil boss. Nicole was so nervous about the groundbreaking of Crescent State Bank’s Garner office yesterday, and pestered me so conscientiously to make sure everything went perfectly, that I just couldn’t resist pulling a practical joke on her.

So I coaxed a client from Crescent into calling Nicole, who happened to be stuck on a hot bus on her way back from a business trip in Cincinnati, and say to her, “Nicole, help! There are television news teams here from News14, and Patty isn’t here, and I’m at a total loss what to do or how to handle things …”

Nicole of course flipped right out, thinking, Omigod! Omigod! Now What? Chattering a mile a minute to the client, her heart racing, her brain zapping, Nicole went into CRISIS PR overdrive, and fell all over herself assuring the client that everything would be all right. Gotta tell you, that girl is a PR pro after my own heart. I have taught Nicole well. She “hated on me” for a little while after she realized it was all a joke. But I have been forgiven because I gave Nicole the most gorgeous Chanel scarf and travel jewelry box, shaped like a retro purse, for her birthday today.

To celebrate, we ate cake, a confection something like a huge chocolate chip cookie, with Mars Bar thingies on the top. We had our staff meeting. And we ate more cake. And Kipp, as far as I know, four pieces later, is still eating more cake.

Speaking of food, I had lunch today at Caffé Luna downtown. I am happy to report that my lunch date did not stand me up. Anyway, I told the proprietor, Parker, that I am going to see The Music Man tonight, and I asked for a dinner table before the show. Parker said he was booked. But then he decided that he could find a table because it was me. It is great to be me!

Seventy-six trombones, here I come! I am sooo excited. I think my staff is getting tired of me singing all those old songs from The Music Man, though.

I just caught Kipp eating another piece of chocolate cake. But I won’t say anything. I have to stay on Kipp’s good side, especially after he caught me replacing his stapler with mine, which was out of staples. When he asked me why didn’t I fill my stapler instead of taking his, I confessed it was because I haven’t been able to figure out how to open the darn thing and put the staples in. Before you think I am a total moron, know that we have these special super-duper high tech staplers, not the regular kind.

For weeks now, I’ve been replacing Kipp’s full stapler with an empty one, and I think a few others in the office have been doing the same thing. Kipp has been a little twitchy about it, but we feed him chocolate, and it calms him right down. All those endorphins, you know.

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