Rozzy is a recruiter. That's 'headhunter' to most of us. She's very, very smart, very professional, excellent at what she does. Like me, she works from home. We speak on the phone every day. Every day. If we don't, one of us thinks the other is mad, and spends another day trying to figure out what we did. Then one of us finally remembers that the other one had meetings or something. Though I usually call her from my bluetooth on the highway to keep me company.
Anyway. Things slow down a little for her this time of year. They don't for me, but they do for her. As she tries to find ways to fill her time, she delves ever deeper into the internet. This often results in her sending me links to people who look like Dog the Bounty Hunter in some Walmart in Louisiana, Awkward Family Photos (which is hilarious), random Maxine cartoons, photoshopped pics of one creature having its way with another, stories about Hazel McCallion's son in his cowboy hat, what she saw on Hoarders last night, a recipe she knows I won't make but has to share anyway (she has dreams of me one day actually cooking; never gonna happen), conversations she has with our other sister Gilly that I have been left out of (it's called 'reply all', you witches), and what is happening in her neighbourhood as she peeks out from behind her living room blinds. This actually is fascinating. They hauled out a body the other day. She's waiting for details.
When I write a blog and link to news reports that are serious, in papers like the New York Times or the Washington Post, or long involved stories on political stuff or quirky science things, Roz calls me and says 'knock it off. Nobody reads that crap." So today, imagine my surprise when I get an email from her and the link is about the death of Kim Jong II, the North Korean dictator.
"Wow," I said to myself. "Roz is finally using her downtime to broaden her horizons." This made me happy. And, I was also glad she was sharing this nugget with me, as it undoubtedly containing something I'd missed. She knows how much I read; I must be great if it eluded me.
This is the link. And this is verbatim what she said in her email:
Check the pictures of people mourning in this link. That's how I imagine news of my passing to look.
I called Roz to tell her news of her passing would indeed elicit words not unlike the headline in that link. I told her even though she had oppressed, starved and shot us, we would mourn her passing. Her reply? "I'm talking about the pictures. I didn't catch the headline."