Come fly with me

I’ve got this great big window in my office, looking out on Tampa Bay from the third floor. This is not idle bragging, it’s critical information, the absence of which renders this entry less meaningful than usual. People new to my office tend to stare a wee bit. More often than not their eyes take in a framed sign I have posted on the sill (which looks exactly like a horizontal metal bar bisecting the floor to ceiling window). It’s a classy sign… no half measures for this (fill in the noun of your choice here, which for the purposes of this entry refers to me – I’ve used up my meager quota of wit for the month, so you’re on your own).

The sign says, “This is NOT an EXIT.”

If this doesn’t give you an idea what it’s like to work with me, I don’t know what will.

Give the gift of words.