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Just call me Dog Girl. Of course I'll punch you, but go ahead. Sometimes the truth hurts.

I have a ‘no blogging about clients’ rule. Sadly, observing this rule keeps me from sharing some truly comical stories. It sucks, but I’ve worked hard to get where I am, and the last thing I need is to get fired for talking about clients online. Again.

However, rules were made to be broken, right? Didn’t someone once say that if you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space? Well that is the exact same thing as being called fat.

I hate being called fat.

I also hate being called a dog, which totally happened today.

During a client meeting one of the account executives brought in a plate of treats. After working through lunch to prepare for my presentation I was starving, so I dug right in. The client recommended the wheat-free ginger snaps. I tried one and loved it. And then he casually mentioned it was dog food.

Um, WHAT?

I wish I were kidding. I had a minor meltdown. It’s not every day a client feeds you dog food. No one could understand my concern, since the treats were made from human grade ingredients. WHO CARES? I ATE DOG FOOD. AT WORK. Life will never, ever be the same.

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