OK, I've got a plan.
Karen's last day of work is Monday. Since she doesn't have anything better to do, I have a task for her.
We shall call it Operation Rush Limbaugh.
Here is the plan:
Since I started dropping Mr. Limbaugh's name in my headlines, I've gain almost a third more blog hits daily. Many of these are even returning fairly regularly.
I have not found any rhyme or reason for this, by the way.
Whatever, I want Karen to call into his radio show next Friday to thank him for bringing us such an increase of readership.
"So basically you expect me to sit on the phone all afternoon so that I can wait on hold to thank Rush Limbaugh?" she asked me.
Well, yes, and there's more. . .
"You want me to THANK Rush Limbaugh?" Karen asked again, not wanting to hear anything more. "I don't see that I have any reason in my life to thank Rush Limbaugh."
This is why I need a new assistant. I ask Karen, who won't have anything better to do next week, to perform such a simple task. And now she's mocking me.
I didn't even get to the part about suggesting that she be his honorary mistress in Texas.
"Excuse me?" I can hear her saying all haughty. "I'm not even dignifying that suggestion with a response."
Anyway, I'm working on Karen. In the meantime, keep your midday calendars open come Friday. I expect all of you guys to listen.