There are some new seating arrangements in our office, and I recently have been blessed with an insight into the world of sales that I never, ever wanted.
As I was cursing about an interviewee who kept asking, “Does the story have a positive spin? Because you know we advertise with you,” before I had barely gotten out my name, (WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?! POSITIVE SPIN ON WHAT?!) I realized that I’m sure they feel the same about their new found editorial insights.
Anyway. Oil and water, baby. Oil and water.
I cannot say anything further.
And it is killing me.
As a result of this arrangement and the oppressive implied silencer on my precious blogging hands, my co-workers are getting multiple emails a day where I just type out the same words we’ve all heard moments ago on the other side of the wall.
I’m sure they love that.
Isn’t there a soundproof corner they can retreat to and go make us all money?!
I am dying inside.
Although I feel a little better now that you all know that I know that you know that I know.
The relief will be brief, I’m sure.
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