Jill had been hired by phone for some networking and PR work on a Friday afternoon. Just as she was en route to a huge conference in their industry. Jill accepted the offer delightedly! She took the boss at face value, and got underway doing the exact good work she'd offered to do, all weekend, with confidence and enthusiasm and positive impact... she was actually pleased to offer the boss untold marketing value with the synchronous timing of their agreement!
On Monday, however, the boss sent an email saying that a weekend review of the budget had revealed, er, a lack of need of that kind of networking. On second thought... Their arrangement must be cancelled instantly.
Jill noted that there was at least one week's pay offered. And, she just let it go. After the one ineffective conversation, she'd kept quiet about the "miscommunication."
But she did wonder how that business going now. Were the rich getting richer? Cynically, Jill guessed it was a huge success by now because so often the world proved how nice folks finish last, ha. She felt bad to have promoted a product she did not believe in and certainly did not personally patronage the equine biz in question, so she didn't have a sense of its growth and credibility..
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The ad in the paper said the mare's name was Sadie. But when she arrived on site, the horse was known as Bella. Hmmmmm. The horse was not sound, and the stories about the numbers of part boarders didn't add up either... what did that mean? Jill didn't have to wonder long because it was obvious from the start that her student would not be after a mount like this one. Alas.
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"Nameste, W-iiitch." Jill's buddy was always making her laugh, and had an outrageous suggestion for her favourite new retort for many-a-frustrating situation, ha.
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