I've had a few recent conversations with an interesting fella named Ray. He's an older man and I've been going back and forth with him about a project I'm working on that deals with 6x10 foot photographs. All of our pictures are coming from the Institute of Texan cultures and I have recently spent a lot of time over there going through photographs and doing some research for this project. On Thursday last week, Ray came into the office for a meeting. During this meeting, he told my project manager that I had the guys over at the Institute wrapped around my finger. I could get them to do anything for me. These aren't his exact words. I can't remember them, but they were a lot funnier and had much more of a "she's a slave driver" connotation. Oh Ray.
On Friday I went over to visit Ray's workshop and he gave me a tour of the entire facility and introduced me to everyone as Laine..."Laine is an intern...Laine's last project...Laine went to A&M...Laine, Laine, Laine..." The first time he said it, it could have passed as Haley and I thought maybe that's what he said. But then he used my "name" 4 times in the sentence following his introduction and before I could correct him, everyone knew me over there as Laine...however, I talked to him on the phone yesterday and he called me Haley...strange. Oh Ray.
Yesterday I called for a quote which he promised me yesterday afternoon. I still haven't received it. But in the middle of the conversation, he asked if I had considered a career in politics...Oh Ray...what are you thinking? He asked for my email address. All I could say was, "H-B," before he asked me to spell it...haha...Ray.
Today, he told me that any good intern should be able to figure out how to get a 6x10 foot print into a 4x4x8 foot elevator...especially one from A&M...oh Ray...was that a joke?
Lucky for me, I'm not finished dealing with him. Ray - thanks for the laughs.
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