So the back-and-forth is happening.
Wonder where that’ll lead.
Probably just where they two participants want it to lead, right?
Riiiiiiight
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Dusty’s starting to get the use of her staff writer.
I mean, USUALLY, she reads what he wrote and she goes off on her own thing.
This time, she seems to be relying on others to steer her to the most subtle and devious cut-downs imaginable.
Nothing could go wrong now.
…nothing at all.
David seems like his primary outdoors experience would be an hour or two at a tennis court. You know, something civilized and cultured. I mean, the outfits have collars and everything.
I figure Ms. Wiggins-Ross’s outdoors of choice would be sailboats. Operated by other people while she sits quietly until they get to another cell phone-friendly area of the world.
We know Lowell’s favorite outdoors activities now include downhill runs on a li’l red wagon, so surely he’ll be fine when they get outside.
Right?
David’s in a tough spot. He’s fronting this out-of-the-ordinary project for his investment group, and trying to build up his son’s professional career, and leveraging these two corporate movers to manage a new business he’s just bought into… not long after discovering that it exists.
So, it’s hard to look askance at him if he’s suddenly realized that making a profit was also part of the equation.
Getting those events in other towns and cities to recognize the OutdoorFest as a qualifier might be easier than getting David to care enough about Outdoors stuff that he’ll remember what any of it is called.
I don’t believe Durnell judges himself as harshly as Dusty’s writer. Or Dusty. Or anyone, really.
Durnell wears crazy stuff and does crazy stuff for the camera. If you’re gonna judge yourself harshly, that is NOT the job you want to have while you’re doing it.
I think ol’ Ziggy has a good bead on what Sasquatch would do on a long weekend, don’t you?
You’ve heard of Elevator Pitches, haven’t you?
Can’t just be me.
I don’t think I dreamed that.
You can’t just go talking about ANY memories with ANYone.
The little tyke would likely be upset a bit by some of Mr. Cranky’s memories of Gladys as a young lady.
“Lady”
I think Clem sees the strong position he’s negotiating from.
Do you suppose that the blank stare is better than burning eye contact when talking salary? On the other hand, you don’t have to put up with the blank stare or the burning eye contact of the prospective boss if you can’t see those looks… and it’s his fault in the first place that you can’t see those looks.
Of course, doing simple things like making phone calls might get tricky. Maybe the prospective boss would be kind enough to help you out with that! Maybe he’d look up the number for a lawyer or two for you while you’re in the hospital and have gauze over your chemically burned eyes. What a nice guy.
