Let me go back to the beginning

Since I've already whined about it (twice), I should probably explain why and how I ended up in the Sunshine State.

This January, the higher ups at the Holland Sentinel sat everyone down to explain that to cut costs, they were moving the copy desks from all 150 papers across the county to Rockford, Illinois. They called it a Compensation Adjustment. I called it unemployment.

Sometimes being a big kid sucks

I never knew I could feel so guilty about doing the right thing.

I know I'm right. My family said I'm right. My friends and my co-workers said I'm right. Then why do I have even one ounce of guilt?