My fault?

After writing my post yesterday evening, I packed up my belongings and headed out of the office. I considered putting the invites in the mail, but I knew I had more to send and they wouldn't be picked up until 1:00pm anyway.

As I put down the box of invitations, I looked them over lovingly. They're my creations, my art projects, my babies. (Look what I made! Can we hang it on the fridge?) Then, my heart stopped. It was if I suddenly noticed my baby had an extra finger (the six-fingered man!).

There was a TYPO on the invite.

Oh God no. No, no, no, no, no! This isn't happening. I'm not see this. I'm hallucinating. It's evening, I'm hungry, my blood sugar is low.

No, no, no!

But it's there. In dark teal letters: "You can help even more elders by donatine nonperishable food ..." Donatine?

DONATINE!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Did I do that? How could I do that? How could I not have noticed? Why didn't anyone else notice?

Evil Jenny whispered in my ear: "Send them out. Pretend you didn't notice. It's not a big deal."

Oh but Good Jenny was just as insistent: "That would be wrong. And you don't want to offend the sponsor whose name is on the invite. Who is paying for the invite and the event. You can't send them."

I shuffled out of work, completely defeated. Just earlier that day I had been complimented on keeping the office running smoothly during my solo reign.

Of course I would screw up. It figures.

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However ......

IT'S NOT MY FAULT!

It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. (all together: It's not Jenny's fault. She didn't mess it up. Tra la la la.)

The printer messed up. I don't know how or why, really, but I don't care. They're going to reprint - FOR FREE - and it's going to be the speediest job ever.

So there.

(It's not my fault. It's not my fault. Tra la la la. It's no my fault.)