The past few days have had their ups and downs.

    Over the weekend, we had our company holiday party, where I convinced the co-founders to read a script I had written for them. You'll have to ask me in person for the full background, but basically, a year and a half ago I did an impromptu poem at a company gathering that didn't go over well, last year I did a song parody that went over very well, and a few months back I wrote a joke that wasn't too well-received. So indeed, my status as persona grata* in the company has been up and down.

    Last weekend was a success, both because they had me do another impromptu limerick (and this time I didn't insult our product), and because the co-founders agreed to read the Who's On First parody that I had written about one of our advertising partners. Now if only they paid me a bit more, we'd be getting somewhere.

    But today was probably not a high note. One of my co-workers had surgery last week, and my boss had the terrible bad luck that his dog was shot and killed by an overzealous neighbor on Sunday. The boss is too devastated to want a card, but we thought we'd get one for the co-worker, so I went to the local CVS and bought a card to bring in and have everyone sign today. As I took it out to show the office manager, I look at it and suddenly say, "I bought a card, but actually, we can't use it.". She asks why, and as explanation, I show her the get well card I purchased in haste, which has a very cute pucture of a dog in bandages.

    I'm going to exchange the card tomorrow.