I was just having a conversation with a friend of mine. He told me he was in a constant search for someone for me.

I was like “Well, the unfortunate thing is that my emotional intelligence is like an eight-lane superhighway, and theirs is like a broken trike on a dirt road.”

He laughed & told me it didn’t matter how many times he read that message, it made him laugh. He was like “yeah… I’m just a monkey clanging cymbals over here.” (And sent me a meme of that.)

How long do you stay hiding after you've had an accident on the carpet? 🤷‍♀️

In this day and age of customer service, customer surveys, accountability, and owning your stuff.....how long are you waiting to clean up, or clear up "a hair on a deal" or just a plain old good fashioned screw-up, or screw-over?