Just got the loveliest call from one of my editors: I worked on a story yesterday about a woman who flipped out and tried to kill her neighbors as they protected her little boy from her, and I was able, after hitting the pavement in the neighborhood, to get a quote from one of the other neighbors attesting to the fact that the woman was fucked in the head right? Well, someone on the desk cut the whole quote out -- NOT because the story needed trimmage and it was at the end; bitch was line-edited right out. And she called me to tell me she's going to raise hell at the morning meeting "because (I) did good work."

That? Makes life worth living. Whee!