So I start work on Monday, and I just got a little surprise about one particular aspect of the job.
I got an email from T. Lewis saying that he wrote a reference letter for me. To which he adds, "how funny, that's my publisher. We should be seeing quite a bit of each other."
So I am, by extension, his publicist.
Graduated, miles away, working, and yet...still doing bitch work for professors.
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5 comments:
hahahah, you can't escape
hahaha That is amazing.
haha somehow i knew that would happen.
you have the power now! haha
beyond fabulous.
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