[Many years ago] I had been working at the local news paper as an intern for several months, and had gotten to be friends with many of the folks there, including my editor, who at first scared the daylights out of me [imagine Rosie O'Donnell, with a REAL attitude, and chainsmoking]
My birthday rolled around in February, and I was off to a nearby city for the weekend, where we had made hotel reservations. As I was leaving my desk Friday afternoon, Lady Editor poked her head out of her doorway and rather gruffly told me I needed to be sure and tune in to PHC on Saturday night.
Well. Okay,then... I'd be sure to do that. I usually did, anyway. [Imagine saying 'no!']
I was in for a real treat that night, when I heard Garrison Keillor say during his message segment "Kate -don't know which birthday this is, but you seem to be holding up well. All your buddies at Eureka Times Echo."
The best birthday I'd ever had, to that point. What a shock...that's how I finally knew I'd been accepted around the editorial room, I guess!
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A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is just putting on its shoes - Mark Twain