For the third year in a row I was passed over and I am not happy about it.
A raise? A promotion? No, I'm not talking about something that frivolous. I am talking about hearing The News. The Good News. No, that still doesn't do it justice. I'm talking the GREAT news.
For the third straight year there was a tan minivan down the street and three well-dressed people walking from home to home. That's right - the Jehovah's Witnesses were in the neighborhood. …