The Trials of a Newbie Staffer, Part 2

Panelist: P.W. Marlfox, newbie staffer

Well, one month has gone by and I'm still alive. I must have been accepted into their culture. Hey! That's an insult!
Since the time of my last (or first, or whatever) article, things have been relatively better. Relatively. (They must have run out of cheese-whiz, for one thing.) But lousy writers will be lousy writers, so there was still a bit of fun to be had at my expense... Such as when they told me casual day was the day you get to wear your pajamas to the office. Now I don't usually wear much but a belt and sash, except for a black cape I used to wear until I accidentally scared a little bankvole and his mother hit me with her purse and called the Long Patrol. But I managed to dig up something from my closet anyway. Boy do I wish I hadn't, because some things are just left buried. And I wished I was too. It wasn't even casual day, it turned out to be the very day a big executive was supposed to come, and I was wearing- wearing- Baby Dumble pajamas!!
(This childhood obsession is better left unexplained.)
And now it's December. Christmas is this month, so I'm told. I could have guessed it by my landlady's holiday spirit when she came banging on my door over a simple matter of three month's rent (never argue with a badger). TRC's Christmas staff party was last week. We all got free paper clips and three-year-old candy. After that we got to play spin the paperweight. The loser had to write about the Christmas party for his article. Guess who lost.
Speaking of parties, I went to one recently for a friend of mine who had gotten married (poor chap!). I actually got to make a toast. I put butter on it. Wanna hear my "Redwaller's grace" that I got to say before I gobbled up all the food? Too bad. Here it is anyway:
Fur and fungus
Root and tree
All this food
Just for me!
Catchy, ain't it?
Well, here comes the Editor on his daily rounds. Better finish this and pretend I'm working!
till next time,
-P.W. Marlfox