I mean, given the godforsaken depths of craptasticness involved in being an American attempting to make a living stringing words together these days. Fine, okay, I suppose life isn’t so grand if you earn your bread “managing” money. Or building cars. Or in the insurance, healthcare or steel industries. Hey, even your friendly (mine is, swear) postal worker’s job isn’t safe.
Your haplessly performed attempts at that writing thing however, should you be operating in and around the tri-state region, or the other side of the country, or anywhere in between really, are, let me assure you, mere fuel for the flames of laughter enjoyed as we speak by The Sadist Upstairs.
Ahem. So. Less melodramatically? This right here is a fairly classic example of why Alex Balk, the now former executive editor of the now former Radar magazine, is a damn fine manager. Which is actually a compliment.