Applying for a work permit took quite some time, and the other half of the afternoon I rode off the rejection I got hurled towards me at Sax from my love/hate-icon Lindsay. Anyway.
Jill is making wicked pancakes. (don't ask what she's putting in them, but you can always google it) So it's pancake time as soon as come back to the flat for afternoon tea.
Just as I am starting to think about maybe getting out of town, a FedEx guy knocks on the door with an envelope for me. Both Jill and I are making slow, shaking movements back and forth with our heads, but either way, I need to sign a form. It's for me. Evidently.
I am startled to learn the content of the envelope, and I will simply post the letter here (bit of a shocker, but hello, the possibilites!):
My goodness. What do I wear? I have to google something really impressive.
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