By 9:00 a.m. this morning several of us in the office were already on the verge of imploding. To diffuse this volatile situation, I suggested it might be time for virtual margaritas. In no time at all we were on the deck of our fabulous beach house in Key West. We had decided that although it was only 9:00 a.m., we should finish off the previous evening's margaritas before making a fresh batch.
Jen and Dest and I were lounging in our chairs as the warm breeze gently blew all of our anxiety out into the Gulf of Mexico. We waved at Jimmy Buffett as he strolled on the beach and lamented the fact that we didn't spend more time with him due to our rapidly approaching publishing deadlines for our next fabulous novels.
Then, they called us into the staff meeting to discuss the new health insurance. This place sure knows how to ruin a good buzz.