to react to drama badly, and ya won't be the last. For whatever it's worth, why does my gut scream at me, that you were, perhaps, very expertly set up? To clarify - in the event of some sno-flake reading this post, and quickly melting into a large 2,000 degree farenheit lava bomb...e-youch - gut feelings, no matter how strong, are not facts. The muttered f.b. phrase, however, may be a fact...though news reporters are known to twist things that were (supposedly) said, a bit here, and tweaked a trifle there.
Which is why, at employee orientation, we were told that if ever any of us are approached by reporters, we are to simply, politely tell them to contact the press office - and say nothing further. If pressed for additional information, we were instructed to politely repeat: contact the press office. Yeah, that part of the orientation, the instructor was talking to us like we were five year-olds, but it was very necessary to make double sure, we understood...the way of foxes.
Anyway, photos are pictures, and you know the old saying ... a thousand words. Well, here goes that gut feeling again: and not just the picture of the very deep scowl on ms.dramaqueen's face. Some other pictures of her...something just gave me the willies. Gut feeling, not fact.
Yet, there have been more than a few times in my life, where i ignored my (mere) gut feeling...and regretted it. Like the time, my gut screamed at me to check that spread-sheet one more time before sending it to my boss. Well i didn't check the stupid thing - and he was not a happy camper...not at all.
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