HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM THE FOLKS HERE AT THE RAGAZINE.
It’s been an interesting fall at best, and I think that I learned something about trust, friendship, and the deep dark chasm in between.
If you remember from our last periodical, I had just rallied the troops to put together the Vacation Issue. It was a huge success and plans were underway for our Fitness Issue. Luckily, I was able to hire some old friends to come work for me. Needless to say, things didn’t work out as I had hoped. The only good thing that has come out of the past few months, is the dedication, love, and support of my biggest fan, my husband Robert.
When I was much younger my friends and I were on the same page. We worked long hours, drank long cocktails, and spent endless days keeping each other company. None of us had money, aspirations, or egos. It’s the same type of spirit that I’ve been fostering here at the Ragazine. At our first meeting, I informed everyone that I was their boss, I was going to make their life miserable, and the only thing in the world that was going to make things more manageable was their friendship and support for one another. I felt it important at the time to force my staff to become friends, and in doing so, create a better Ragazine for you all of you.
Normally, when I give this speech, there are a few individuals who aren’t willing to give it a chance, and end up leaving immediately for the unemployment line. In most cases, it’s usually someone from the I.T. part of the company, and in this case, my web programmer and web designer both vacated their positions, allowing me to hire two friends from my past. I won’t bore you with the details, but I don’t think that we’re going to be exchanging Holiday wreaths this year, or any year from now on. After a short time, it was evident that the situation was not going to work out, and that I needed to let them go. It was the hardest thing that I have ever done, and it took me almost four months to find the right words. Luckily, I’m married to a man who is both caring and concise, and was able to quickly phrase what I had been agonizing over, week in and week out. For those of you in my situation, might I offer a bit of advice… don’t be afraid to ask for help.
Anyway, I’ve gone on and on and not properly introduced this month’s theme, Fitness. That’s right ladies, it’s the 80’s again, and it’s time to get buff and beautiful for the New Year. Instead of going for that easy Olivia Newton John look, however, we decided to go way back in the time machine and remind you of a period where fitting into a corset was far more difficult than doing a couple of jumping jacks. That’s right, it’s the 1880’s and you had better get a move on if you want to stay ahead of the caste set. So lay down, take off your bonnets and share your holidays with those who truly love you.
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