I win, I win!

Yeah, the DWiP thinks she won the war.
Unfortunately for her, our CEO Mr. Parakeet Balls today was inundated with calls and e-mail from outraged members of our association who are demanding he refuse to accept my resignation and reassign me to another supervisor. Even a bank vice president called him to complain.
The President called him and asked, "What the Hell's going on there?"
Apparently the Prez also was inundated with calls and letters as well.
So, old Parakeet Balls was pissed that his chief of staff (aka my biggest ally) failed to warm him that last night's meeting resulted in my committee being up in arms and ready to fight for me to keep my job.
All this drama over Parakeet Balls giving the DWiP her way and allowing her to continue her reign of terror over future editors.
Now it looks like his bosses intend to hold his feet to the fire and force him to either do what they ask or pay the price.
Bad news: in the Book of Rules, he as the CEO is allowed to make all personnel decisions.
Good news: He's a pussy and I somehow doubt he'll have to balls to tell his bosses no.
Have you ever seen such drama over the simple case of a woman trying just to do her job without having a fuckin' psycho control freak boss trying to derail her at every turn?
I had already quit and found peace with my decision.
I had no idea my advisory committee, who are dues paying members of our organization, would get so pissed about it and go on the warpath.
I mean, I'm humbled at their show of support and loyalty, but I just hope Parakeet Balls and the DWiP don't hire a hitman to rub me out if I prevail.
All I want to do is do a good job with my fuckin' magazine.
That's all I've ever wanted.
I just don't get it.
All I can figure is, the DWiP has photos of Shmutzy fucking a sheep.
A MALE sheep.

...to be continued