False alarm, friends all over the United States who sent me some worried notes on Facebook. I did not lose my job this week. By saying that, I don’t want to downplay the situation, a lot of good people did. The boss I recently acquired after the last round of layoffs did too, and I’m sorry and disappointed about that as I was for everyone else that received papers Thursday. Some of them I was just starting to get to know, and isn’t that the way of it – experiences like this bring people together. It’s easy to tell yourself you have all the time in the world to get to know the Direct Mail department, hard when you realize time is limited and precious. This round came too late to break my heart, that happened in October, but since I had been through this before I made a point last week to use that VIP party Chuckles the Clown won for me on Halloween. No one could have needed a party more than the group I went out with last Friday.

Props to Howl at the Moon Orlando for making room for us so last minute, and the evening was a blast. My absolute favorite moment was watching Joe Ruby, now ex-boss who was a real class-act on Thursday, getting drug up on stage at Howl to do the Hokey Pokey because he’s “looking for love.” I promised a certain Susan B that I would get the pictures into my blog: Susan, your wish is my command.

You do the Hooooo-key Pokey... You do the Hooooo-key Pokey…

 

That's what it's all about! That’s what it’s all about!

 

Not to be a bumper sticker, but just my luck, that probably is what it’s all about.


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