I applied for my boss' job about a month ago since she is moving up to her former boss' job. At that point I had been with the company for almost six weeks and it was well time for a promotion.

After grueling interviews, endless waits and one-on-ones with almost every member of my department, I was informed that they chose another candidate.

"How many years of experience does he have?" I asked through grinding teeth.

"Comparable to yours," lied my boss. Unless this new nitwit has a zillion years of experience and his own fucking book, I've been bested. I was unwavering in my doubt and so she offered me a conciliatory gesture. "Timmy [I kid you not] is heading up a proposition to start a company blog. We've agreed that you can write it. It can be about anything you want!"

Ms. Cassidy is doing acrobatic high kicks over being given carte blanc to elaborate on her passion for wine and sex toys in a corporately mandated forum. Cockrings and Corkscrews will be on your screen before you can get drunk and strap something on!