Today, my work group had a little celebratory lunch to pat ourselves on the back. On the way to the restaurant, we saw this lovely example of the photographic store's apostrophe:
(sorry for the piss-poor exposure and composition, but I only had my cell phone with me. Plus... I was hungry)
At lunch, we were each given a little card with quotes of the nice little things we'd each written anonymously about each other last week. It was really nice to read nice things about myself. But then I became aware of a theme emerging from some of the comments about me. Apparently, I have a bit of a reputation around my team. For, among the "approachable," "fun to have around," and "likes brown A LOT," were:
"Our grammar queen who keeps us on the straight and narrow"
"hardcore with grammar"
I swear I'm not making this up. It totally makes me want to start showing up to work wearing a black patent leather skin tight outfit, knee-high boots and carrying a long whip. Just call me the Grammar Dominatrix.
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