Say “cheese,” small fry.

A couple of years ago when I first started working for James and Chad, I was riding up the elevator with a man who said, “So you a mortgage broker?”

“No, I’m just the assistant,” I said with a smile.

And the guys said, “Well, gotta start somewhere!”

Hmmm.

Allow me to introduce myself.  I’m Christina.  I’m the assistant.  I don’t totally understand the mortgage industry, but my bosses do.

But this is my blog…

Project for week:  Team photo shoot

My assignment last week was to organize our team Happy New Year card.  It started out as a holiday card, but when I kept slipping up and calling it the “Christmas card” – whoops! – in our team meetings, someone finally suggested we do a nice Happy New Year card.  Good save!

One of the other nice ladies on our team wrangled us all in and took charge of what we should wear.  “Ladies – black cocktail or business dress”  Uh ohhh.  Thing is, I have a black cocktail dress, but it’s borderline skanky.  Am I allowed to say skanky on this blog?

To remedy my situation, I lied.  I e-mailed James, outright lied and said I didn’t have one.    The poor guy!  He felt so bad and called within minutes assuring me that whatever I wore would be fine.  So, after we hung up, I made a quick stop to the J Crew Clearance section and I found a fancy shirt that would work in a pinch if they stuck me in the back of the photo.  Did I mention I’m five feet tall?  “You!  The short one in pants – front and center!”

I sent my mom the link.  Her reaction [insert Georgia accent here], “Why are you wearin’ pants?”

Next assignment:  Label and stamp 1000 Happy New Year cards.  Did I mention mail merges and printing labels are my arch nemeses?