Dealing with it... then forgetting it and going to Burger Nite

We can deal with change and policy well enough, I think. Dealing with the West Desk is what proves increasingly difficult these days. The WD has never been that heavenly Swiss chocolate with the hot babe on it, but at least in the beginning the posts smacked more of agreeable semi-sweet morsels than blocks of the bitter baking stuff. Absorb the analogy while I finish this Grandma's Cookie. Ah. Now, who's coming to Burger Nite next week with 707, 721, and me? Details forthcoming, fetchers.