Am feeling exceedingly joyous and jubilant this evening. I’m wearing a pretty dress, I’ve got soft lighting, and my lovely Bright Eyes is singing to me to leave the cauliflower in the casserole, that everything must belong somewhere.

And I feel like I belong right where I am. I’ve had 5 days of wonderful, bad-for-body indulgences: pizza, ice cream, ham, cake, cheese. I’m infused with Digourno and am sparkle-eyed from sugar.

I’ve been dancing with Belle and singing in the shower. I’ve been writing and thinking and laughing and crying. I guess things are good.

How could my life improve? Well, I guess I could get one of those cushy executive jobs. You know, the ones were the boss cruises in at 10:30 every day, and peaces out at 3:00 after having taken a two hour lunch?

Yeah being a boss sounds real good.

But I don’t think I have what it takes to be management where I work at A Very Hip Software Company. You see, you have to have certain skills. No, I’m not talking about the ability to make friends and influence people, increase profits by 200%, or revamp entire corporate structures. No my dear hannihouse readers, at my company it takes something really special?

All my bosses - they laugh like donkeys.

I’m not talking about normal-type laughing here folks. I’m talking about full-on, top-of-the-lungs, hard-style braying of the hee haw variety.

And they all do it : all the Big Guns at A Very Hip Software Company can bellow just like those bad boys in Pinocchio who were turned into mules after drinking too much root beer.

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