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offbalanceI'm beginning to wonder if publishing is for me after all. It's been not even a week, and I'm dying to get out of here. DYING. The place is crazy. The work is ridiculous, and the majority of the people I encounter are women between the ages of 38-48 who look, dress, act, walk & talk like they fell out of central casting's call for a modern day victorian schoolmarm. Seriously. If they all started singing 'getting to know you' I would NOT be surprised.
GET ME OUT OF HERE!!
(Catherine, my darling, I don't know how you deal with this kind of thing on a regular basis. Working in children's is enough to drive a person out of their gourd.)
GET ME OUT OF HERE!!
(Catherine, my darling, I don't know how you deal with this kind of thing on a regular basis. Working in children's is enough to drive a person out of their gourd.)
