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and that, dear Diary, is why I will ensure I am facing downwind next time!
Oh! I must mention this as well. I have seen my future, and its name is Schneider. I truly believe I have found my place. Yes, I know that's what I said when I started as Director at Tryptophan Dude Ranch, but I thought the mention of dressage in the job description was some type of stuffing, not having to perform stunts with the blasted birds. I am still finding feathers in my waistcoat.
In any event, this Schneider woman and her associates specialize in something called public relations. No, silly, relations in this context means relation_ships_ - Boston is far too puritan for that. Companies engage them to help them look better in public. Need I say more? As you know (because I have told you), I am well known about town for my skill in fashioning gold from the basest materials. Imagine what wonders I can perform when starting with entities that have already shown familiarity with the elements of style!
As if that weren't enough, the openings are in the firm's digital practice. You know how frustrated you have been of late when instead of pouring out my heart in your pages, I spend hours twittering and linking in and pinning. I still love you, dear Diary - for how could one not love the mirror of one's best self? This new world, however, is a like an entire _garden_ of mirrors, casting reflected, sparkling pieces of its inhabitants onto virtual canvases. The artisans at Schneider take these tumbling mosaics and shape them into gentle armament as if for Cupid's bow, each speeding to capture the heart of a fickle public. These are the conversations of angels, engagement too pedestrian a term for the relationships crafted therein. Who would not wish to join
that is all the content I was able to recover. I hope the person is successful in their effort - it sounds like they would do very well at this Schneider place.