![]() So it was more nose to bald spot as I attempted to “explain” myself. And, as usual, we were out of our chairs and nose to nose-well, figuratively, at least in what I preferred to think of as my don’t-fuck-with-me-or-you’ll-get-a-stiletto-in-your-ear heels, I was half a head taller than he was. (No pun intended.) (Okay, maybe a little.) But that particular move came close to ending my career I just didn’t notice at the time.īut then, I wasn’t really thinking rationally, let alone considering the “consequences of my actions,” because I was having my usual knock-down, drag-out argument with my boss, Randy Bastard (real name: Randy Barstow). Far worse has gone down in the name of getting ahead. ![]() I mean, the Hollywood entertainment industry? Please. Usually, grabbing a man’s balls can take you far in this business. Today, Traveling With T is a stop on the Unscripted blog tour hosted by the super wonderful Chick Lit Plus! ![]()
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