clusterfuck

so we had some major drama at work today. through a confluence of several different errors perpetrated by at least three different people, we ended up printing last week's page 3a in today's edition of the cochran journal. that is pretty crappy in and of itself, because we'd have to comp the ads on that page out and re-run any content next week. but 3a happens to be the jump page and three very important news stories got cut off (i.e., they started on the front and then it said "continued on page 3a" but there was nothing there). so we decided to reprint the front section of the paper, mail it to our subscibers with an editor's note and have our carrier re-distribute it to all the drop points (our regular subscribers get the paper via u.s. mail; we also sell it at several stores, or "drop points," throughout the county). anyway.

we also caught wind yesterday that the president of one of the local banks was having an affair with one of his secretaries. why anyone would want to sleep with him is beyond me, but i was so tempted to ask the tellers about it this afternoon when i took the quarters. yes, because of my y chromosome, i often get roped into taking bags of quarters to the bank (they come from the news racks). and let me tell you... $800 worth of quarters is pretty damned heavy.