No More Happyface

It's raining. The weather reports are all ominous, and there is talk in the office of hail - golf ball size, baseball size, as big as your head... I remain skeptical. I still parked my car beneath the relative security of overhanging trees. It's one of those damp, grey days when all you want to do is stay at home under the covers, but I bravely came into work regardless. I got an angry phone call for my dedication. Some guy, ranting in a jersey accent about trouble with one of the games we publish. I am pleased to say that I kept my cool and treated him respectfully, even when he started cursing at me. I was finally able to pass him off to tech support, who promptly hung up on him for cussing them out. I would be lying if I said I didn't smile.