I'm in love with Ms. Samantha Langhorst. I know it's not a great idea announcing all this with my impending divorce, but I don't care. I'm in love and a man in love does foolish happy things. Plus, Sam is Angie Pedowitz's roommate (soon to be ex- because Sam is moving in with me this weekend) and it was probably uncomfortable for her having to keep quiet around the office all my nightly visits to her "pad." So, be happy everyone because love is a wonderful thing.
Something else: a few people have been privately grumbling and leaving notes of complaint about Roger Neff's more active role in managing the office. Roger's style is unorthodox, and some would say highly erratic and even vindictive, but I think he's earned the right to reshape how we do business as he sees fit. Still feel free to voice your concerns to me—my office door is always open, and it's not just because my lock has been changed and I can't find the key—but also expect that I'll back up Roger 23 times out of 20.
Also, I took the initiative to sign for a package addressed to Vic. I opened it up and it contained a dead falcon with its talons cut off. Does anyone know what this means? I know that Vic keeps strange company, but this seems weird even for Vic.
Bye for now. I'm going for a late lunch with my snuggly wuggly baby.
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