Here at the radio station, it’s contract negotiation season with the Station Management again. That’s always an interesting time. Now obviously, I’m not allowed to go into details, but negotiation is tricky when you’re never allowed to glimpse what you’re negotiating with. Station Management stays inside their office at all times, only communicating with us through sealed envelopes that are spat out from under the door like a sunflower shell through teeth. Then, in order to respond, you just kind of shout at the closed door and hope that Management hears.
Sometimes you can see movements through the frosted glass… large shapes shifting around, strange tendrils whipping through the air. Architecturally speaking, the apparent size of Management’s office does not physically make sense given the size of the building. But it’s hard to say, really, as no one has ever seen the actual office, only its translucence.
Look, I’ve probably said too much. I can see down the hall that an envelope just came flying out. I pray it’s not another HR re-training session in The Dark Box. But what can I say? I’m a reporter at heart; I can’t not report.
[Paper shuffling.]
Oh, my.
Let’s go to the seven-day outlook. Your daily shades of the sky forecast:
- Monday – Turquoise.
- Tuesday – Taupe.
- Wednesday – Robin’s egg.
- Thursday – Turquoise-taupe.
- Friday – Coal dust.
- Saturday – Coal dust with chances of indigo in the late afternoon.
- Sunday – Void.
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