Well Mousie, weather is the least of your worries when working for a bunch of creeps. Of course, maybe personally calling your predator of a daddy replacement your "dearest friend" publicly because you don't have any real friends will kill your dying career faster.

I guess when you look like the unholy love child of Harvey, Jeffery, and The Donald giving generic writing alive is your only option. Seriously, did something happen or do you just look like a pile of dough because of your mother?