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About three years ago, I did a bunch of hand-addressed envelopes for a special mailing at work. Foolish me, I left my pen and ink at work.
Today the wife of the owner of the company came to me with a handful of blank place cards, one old one, and a list of names. Expecting me to match someone else's calligraphy.
I haven't picked up a pen in close to a year.
Days like this, I deserve combat pay...
Today the wife of the owner of the company came to me with a handful of blank place cards, one old one, and a list of names. Expecting me to match someone else's calligraphy.
I haven't picked up a pen in close to a year.
Days like this, I deserve combat pay...