The universe tests me with my mouth. I know this and I know I have to not say shit even if I have a mouthful of it.
But …
This kid I agreed to have pawned off on me is about 10 cherry tomatoes short of a salad.
I gave this person an editing test. The reply was swift: “Like a managing editor? Like the job you’ll give me in July?”
This person is 100% serious and asked when I will know their start date. Uh …
The same job that doesn’t exist and never will at this point.
Singalong time!
