Watch the Crossover...

So much to talk about from work, and I'm too afraid to hit on any of it. Reading Dooced recount the sordid details of being fired for mentioning (albeit a bit disparagingly) coworkers has scared me off the topic. Ok, sure I occasionally slip when the legal secretaries go over the line, but usually I steer around it. But last night I went to a cool going-away party for a fellow legal assistant, and over a bunch of shots and a red sox game, learned there is a much seamier underbelly to my relaxed-fit firm. Someday, I'll either work up the gumption or post drunk, and reveal some of it. Suffice to say, this woman apparently used to work on my floor.