I received a letter in the mail at work today, from the Spartanburg Chapter of Business and Professional Women (who has been an advocate for the working women across the nation since 1919). Apparently someone there saw the article on me in the local paper, and the letter was to congratulate me on the recent job, etc.
The letter went on to say that they wanted to invite me to their monthly breakfast where they have a light breakfast and a speaker. And that I needed to be there at 7 a.m.
I really do consider it a kind act of the Spartanburg Chapter of BPW, but 7 a.m.? I’d have to leave my house at 5:45 a.m. to get there on time, which means my feet would need to hit the floor somewhere around 4:30 a.m.
My Dad said, “Tell them thank you, but I’ll just take a gift card to Hardees.”