It’s an old joke. One we’ve all heard or said before.
Are you working hard, or hardly working?
Truer words have never been spoken. I can actually relate to a joke. It’s odd. My co-worker and I have made it our personal mission to make this summer look absolutely flawless. But to do that, I’ve been working harder than I’ve worked all year, all in an attempt to make it look effortless.
It’s not that hard of a job, really. It just requires organization and communication. My colleague and I are in constant communication, ready for any and all potential disasters, and so far, we’ve avoided them, with the exception of one potential snafu, which we recovered from and sailed on without skipping a beat.
So, yes, I’m working hard. I’m working damn hard. But the secret is, you, my faithful reader, are the only one that knows it. I’m like a cat, I’m so quiet and stealthy.
We’re effing rock stars. Don’t mess with us.
And if you tell anyone my little secret, I swear, I’ll come to your house and I will cut you.
All my love,
E
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