I was kickin' butt in the office today. Sending emails, putting things in the post, clearing crap from my desk. One of the tasks I'd been putting off is calling the credit card company and asking them to either increase our office's credit limit or arrange for them to waive the "over limit fee" for a one time purchase my office will be making in the near future.
I spoke with a lovely Canadian woman . . . I think she was somewhat charmed by my southern accent. Somehow, in the midst of our financial wheeling and dealing, we started talking about the lottery. I quipped that I'd love the opportunity to prove that winning 300 million dollars wouldn't ruin me as a person.
Then, she approved a much larger credit line increase than I imagined possible. When she told me what my office's new credit limit will be, I couldn't stop myself before saying "great, now I can fill up my car with gas."
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