Hello Cheeky

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

I got this halfway through the morning at work. Caro sent me this picture, along with the news update that he's been a "total wee shite" all morning.

But yet, when you see that naughty face, you'd forgive him anything, right?

If I've appeared a bit down about work lately, I am happy to report that things have turned around dramatically for me. 

Long story short, I've spent months warning Smock that our vendors are a bunch of cowboys and what they are producing is no good.

And for months, I've been effing frustrated because Smock has taken their side at every turn. She has accused me of being a "control freak" and told me to stop distracting them. She's made excuses for them and given me a (polite, but still annoying) slap on the wrist for raising issues with their lead designer.

Now here we are - six months later - and it's almost EERIE how accurate my predictions of doom have been. Consequently, Smock and I are no longer in opposite corners, and she's telling me what I've been telling HER this entire time, like it was her idea to start with.

This doesn't annoy me. I'm just glad I don't have to bang my head against a brick wall any more. And when she quotes me back at me, I just give her the same look Jasper is giving you in this picture. 

S.