As stated about me in that wretched “About” page, I’m the properties manager for a small performing arts foundation in Baltimore. We’re a few weeks away from putting up our latest production, so I’m a busy little worker bee, stressing, angsting, and swearing my adorable hipster heart out. Of course, my director is having diva fits and engaging in otherwise inappropriate and highly irritating behavior. I’m currently drafting numerous emails to her royal pain in the ass, thanks to the support of my new work-station friend. Would you like to meet him?
Meet the Disapproving Quail! He sits silently, disapproving of things. He’s on loan from Matt, for the record.
D.Q. has been helping me write emails, by sitting next to me and disapproving of the prop list, finding new faults with it I hadn’t even considered yet. He’s the best business correspondence partner ever! I probably should use him while writing anything else. My inner editor already tells me to jump off a bridge regularly; if she teamed up with D.Q., I might actually listen to her.
Um, I’m going to get back to work before the quail eats my soul.