Scene: My boss and I, huddled over the computer, putting last minute touches on the copy for several campaign pieces. Of course the event is tomorrow and we are rushing to beat the clock and get to press.

Her: Erase that, put a comma there…no there…and then delete that whole last section. Oh, and there is an extra space there. I know…anal, anal, anal.

Me: At least you chose the right career.

Both: {giggling}

Her: That’s true, this sure is the right job for anyone who is anal.

Giggling ensues as we return to our task. The recognition needed no further declaration.

Fin