Good Lord, we all hate Sarge. He throws us under the bus every chance he gets, and it's only been about a month.
Out of five editors, four of us are looking to get out, and the only reason it's not five is because I haven't talked to him yet. How do you lose five editors in a month? You hire Sarge.
Please. Someone stab me in the eye with something sharp. We're either going to be here until midnight, or we have to come back at five. In the morning. It's so early, Starbucks isn't even open yet.
Sarge wanted one of us to come back to the office since she was already on her way home. With her baby. Seriously!
These are not the posts I planned. Mine were much more fun. I was really anticipating You Had Me At "Fuck Boysenberry."
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