Heather Masterson

I intended to take a break this past weekend. Take at least one day to relax, play some games, give my brain a rest. Instead, I spent most of it working; so much for bad intentions. After spending part of the weekend flipping through the entire book for the umpteen-millionth time looking for problems, my brain was completely fried. Make

Back at the day job, and sure enough, I can’t get through the first day without wanting to smash my head into a desk. It reminded me of something, though. We’re required to disclose any outside employment so that the big bosses can make certain that there are no conflicts of interest lurking in the corner. Ok, great, makes sense.