For today’s post, I thought I’d give you an insider scoop on the drama I encounter working for Atlanta’s sweet, Southern version of the Millionaire Matchmaker. Although I can’t share any juicy details from the love lives of our many fabulous clients, I can share about one aspect of my job: the one that’s left me in the doghouse.
As you may know, our Atlanta headquarters is located in downtown Buckhead. We love our new, trendy location-people are always reading our signs and popping in to say hello-but it’s an expensive venue. So, like the good businesswomen we are, we try to utilize our space to the max. We constantly change the display in our storefront window, but one thing that's always the same is the bunch of heart balloons you’ll find right outside. As one of the newest employees, it’s my job to set-out these balloons. My lovely boss even purchased a new helium tank so that we can recycle balloons and cut back on trips to Party City.
Unfortunately, I have never been to clown school, and apparently, there is an art to filling balloons. This morning as I was using our new tank, I added too much helium causing the balloon to burst and making everyone flinch at the noise. We all laughed and joked that it sounded like a gunshot.
It was funny.
It was not funny when it happened six more times, or when two more balloons popped as I was taking them outside. Think there’s a quicker way to irritate your coworkers who are busy making phone calls? I doubt it. If you pass by our office today and notice the lone white balloon, then at least you’ll know the back-story.
One lonely balloon vs. the usual vibrant bunch
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