Vicissitudes of Fate

A few hours after I had posted on my horrible PR experience, I figured out, on the way out after I had locked up the Konda office in the wee hours of the morning, that the PR company was in the same building as Konda. I am glad they are eight floors down; otherwise, they might have felt my bad vibes:)

Paying homage to one of my favorite movies, I am inclined to call this a vicissitude of fate.