Monday at 4 p.m. is a fine time for a party, especially on the first day at a new job.
He started directly out of high school, 17 years old, and he hasn’t left. The entire staff of the magazine popped out from office nooks. Cookies plus kiwi, cut pineapple and cantaloupe adorned the conference table.
I thought it was some type of editorial stand-up meeting. Or a catered Monday grievance session. Possibly a hold-hands sing along, Whoville style.
Nope. Simply a celebration of Patrick’s twenty-five years of service. As he said, if you’re working for the best people, “Where are you going?”
While I already don’t enjoy fact-checking, I know this summer will be good experience. I’m hoping to write my way out of some tedious work with well-placed story pitches.
And stay awhile.