Written Right: a writer's guide to more than writing

Uh, yep. They handed out the pinkslips today as easily as Wanda, the department receptionist, handed out her leftover candycanes. As predicted by yours truely, I'm sitting pretty in my current position and three levels of boss-folk are packing their offices into sad, little filing boxes. You'd think they would have had their ears to the vine and thought ahead enough to have their packing doen before the holidays. You know, avoid all the red-faced antics and not have to go around pretending they don't know we're all watching their every mood with morbid curiosity. It's the parade of the Prada-clad walking dead. Pretty icky if you ask me.

My next adventure is learning to who I will now report to on a daily basis. Stay tuned. It HAS to get more interesting from here on out.