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" While I was on my lunch break today, Meg called.  &amp;quot;I got a job offer!&amp;quot; she screamed into the phone. &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re going to work together!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That is so awesome!&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;We must celebrate!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Drinks tonight?&amp;quot; she suggested.  &amp;quot;Absolutely.&amp;quot; When I got back to the office, I had a voicemail from Gavin. &amp;quot;Hi K., this is Gavin. As you know, we made Meg an offer and she accepted. In the meantime, I&amp;#039;ve decided to send you out with the crew for the special on sleep disorders. I&amp;#039;m not sure what the process is for making travel arrangements, but if you could see that it gets done, that would be great.&amp;quot; I sighed. I wish Gavin would hire someone already, because he is so clueless. Shouldn&amp;#039;t he know who makes travel arrangements? (The answer, incidentally, is no one. Mandy did it before she left and since then, the crew has been booking their own travel and expensing it. Meg will take it over when she starts.) And we also don&amp;#039;t even have a clinic lined up to travel to, which he also should know. It&amp;#039;s on my to-do list for this week, which he&amp;#039;d know if he was paying attention at our weekly meeting instead of checking his email on his Blackberry.  I was silently fuming when Diane, our on-air reporter/talent, came over. &amp;quot;Hey K.,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;Got a minute?&amp;quot; I took a deep breath, nodded and told her to please sit down. She asked if I had any sleep issues. &amp;quot;Not really,&amp;quot; I admitted. &amp;quot;Oh wait. I sort of do. I wake up pretty frequently at night.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Because of noise?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Nope. No reason.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s great!&amp;quot; she said, and I laughed, knowing that wasn&amp;#039;t quite how she meant it to come out. &amp;quot;I mean, obviously it&amp;#039;s not great. But I want someone from the crew to spend a couple of days at the sleep clinic. You&amp;#039;d have to be on camera. Is that okay with you?&amp;quot; I told her it was. &amp;quot;Great!&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll set it up with the clinic.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Wait, we have a clinic?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yes. Gavin had a contact so he set it up. He didn&amp;#039;t send you the info?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; I sighed.  Diane laughed. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s going to be so nice when we have our new Nate and Mandy.&amp;quot; I agreed. We chit-chatted for a bit, and then she promised to send me a list of questions about my sleeping habits before the end of the day. I emailed Gavin&amp;#039;s assistant to get the info for the sleep clinic, and she wrote back immediately telling me that she had no idea what I was talking about, but that she&amp;#039;d do some digging and find out. Just then, Gavin came breezing through the office. He stopped by my desk. &amp;quot;K., did you take care of the travel arrangements?&amp;quot; It took every ounce of willpower I had not to scream. I took another deep breath.  &amp;quot;I just asked Polly to send me the info about the sleep clinic,&amp;quot; I said, hoping I sounded as cheerful as I was pretending to be. &amp;quot;Oh, she doesn&amp;#039;t have it,&amp;quot; he said dismissively, already walking away from my desk. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll send you the info.&amp;quot; And he did an hour later. All he gave me was the name of the clinic. Not where it is, not who his contact is, not if he had actually scheduled anything. Nothing. And then left for the day, of course. I keep telling myself that we&amp;#039;re going to hire someone soon. I just hope it happens before I kill Gavin. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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