Every single time I have a staff meeting a little part of my soul dies. If my soul is one of those flyers tacked to a telephone pole offering how to lose weight in 30 days, free kittens or how to learn guitar, after this morning's meeting I think I have only one or two rip-off thingys with the phone number on it left, someone drew a moustache on the clip art, and it has rained for a week and the paper has bled.