Not Exactly Don Draper

Well, this is a little embarassing. I stopped in the company president's office this morning for a little chat and to brag about my mad estimating skills and about how I am the man. I was just getting into what percentage of total sales was the result of my bidding efforts when he looked at me and asked me if my shirt was on inside out. Shit. It was. I just walked out. God, I hope some of these jobs make some money.