Dennis R. Berry, Writer/Editor

Okay, so I didn’t get a T-shirt, but D-Day is done. I survived. A couple hours before I left to go, I started freaking out, hyperventilating, and basically having a panic attack. It was insane. I talked to my best friend, who just kept telling me to breathe. I mentioned that I’d probably be fine after I was there a couple of hours. I was wrong. I was fine after about 15 minutes. Not too shabby, I guess. But then the fun really started. Within the first hour I heard so many different things. Words like “Department of Defense”, “terrorists,” and “federal property.” Those were bad enough. I swear, it all sounded like the men in black would jump out of the shadows at any moment. And then there was “active shooter.” Holy crap, Batman! I almost peed myself. Seriously! (Okay, maybe not seriously). And the badges. Badges? We don’t need no.. oh.. wait. Yes, we really do. Want to leave? Swipe the badge. Want to come in? Swipe your badge to open the doors. Then again a few feet later to go th...

Tomorrow is the big day. It’s the day that things start to change. It’s the day that I accept my fate as a “slave of the corporate machine” and submit to my overlords. The first day of work (ok, training) for my new job working for “Da Man”. Am I excited? Sure. Great things are ahead. Am I nervous? You bet your butt I am. I haven’t worked as anything other than a freelancer in a very long time (years). Freelancing has been a mixed bag, really. I’ve met some really awesome people while freelancing. I’ve also met some total hag-beasts who love nothing more than to screw you over (stay tuned for that post soon). But I’ve learned a lot from the experience. In fact, during my initial interview for the new job, the interviewer said that my resume was very impressive. She noted my skills at editing and writing, and asked “So you understand the importance of using proper grammar and punctuation?” Of course I do. Just because I talk like a sailor on a three day bender in my personal life, d...