Hello. It's Belinda.
I hope you are having a good week. Staying cool.
As for me, I don't know what to say about my week. My roommate is acting funny. And I saw a strange email at work.
Maybe I shouldn't write about any of this in my blog. But when I'm distracted by "odd behavior," I can't get anything checked off my list. I forget what I'm doing.
Speaking of that. We're halfway through August. Which means it's time to give everyone a "friendly reminder" about a limited-time treat.
I'm talking about the Summer Picnic Healthy Snacker Mini-Cookies.
I would eat the whole bag if my roommate would let me. If your stash is running low, order soon.
And while you're "firing up the credit card" do me a favor. Click on the 2nd Cut Timothy & Alfalfa Hay Combo Box.
I hope I don't get in trouble for that.
Not to be rude but I'm trying to hit my numbers. In a "perfect world" the team would approve my ads instead of making me redo them over and over.
So it's not my fault I have to sneak a "promo" for the combo box into my blog. I have perfectly good ads I'm not allowed to use.
Anyway. Back to the odd behavior.
A few days ago, I was taking a half-nap in the dining room when I heard whispering. Whispering sounds like snakes so I woke up and jumped to my feet.
Turned out it was my roommate. She was around the bend, in the kitchen. On the phone.
I couldn't hear much of what she was saying through the snake noises. But I did hear "Belinda has no idea" and "too worked up about those combo box ads."
How do you like that.
Then it got worse. The next day I was in the middle of my hay report when I heard a "ping" noise. Which means I got an email.
It was from someone named "Sam." Never heard of him.
The subject line said "New desk."
I clicked on it.
"Dear Mr. Gordon. Please confirm width for Belinda the Spokesrabbit's new desk. Best regards, Sam."
First of all, I didn't order a new desk. I don't even have an office yet. Which I don't want to get into right now.
Also I don't care how wide a desk is. What matters is how high. I like them low to the ground.
Plus I'm not supposed to get email for Mr. Gordon. He's my boss.
I got so worked up about it that I accidentally hit the delete button.
That's not 100% true. I deleted the email from "Sam" on purpose.
I panicked, if you want to know the truth.
So now I spend half my time thinking about my roommate. Wondering what I "don't have any idea" about. Sounds fishy.
And the other half worried about Sam and his desk. What will I do if he sends me more emails? I can't keep deleting them. The Tech Team will figure it out.
All I want to do is sell hay. That's my job.
And none of this is helping.
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select
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