Is that a bulette in your desert or are you just happy to see me?

At work today the Store Manager had a complete meltdown with the Owner. I was in the front of the shop, dropping comics in the back issue boxes when all of a sudden I heard the Manager just swearing a blue streak. Honestly, I'm surprised the Owner didn't just fire him; I would have if one of my employees had spoken to me like that. That didn't happen, which gives some credence to the rumors that the Manager has 'something' on the Owner. Knowledge of illegal sales, perhaps? Tax fraud? A white slavery ring?
Who knows?
Other than that, the day was pretty average.
This past Sunday my Game Group met and started our official campaigne. We're doing D&D 2nd edition, I think, and after just one session it looks like we've already lost one member of the party. The party, by the way, is comprised of a halfling, a human rogue, an elf and a cleric.
I'm the cleric.
And during the first session the GM threw a blasted bulette at us! The rest of us were investigating the temple, but our elf decided he wanted to fight the beast. And, well, I couldn't leave him to die alone, so hefted my war hammer and joined him.
Big. Mistake.
At least, for the elf.
By the end of the session the elf had vanished beneath the sands, pinned to the bulette by the shattered handle of my lost war hammer. Our rogue had three arrows in him, and was slowly succumbing to poison. Which just left me, the cleric, and our halfling up and around. Also, a sort of bloodsucking pixie that, at the end, was supposedly sucking the poison out of our rogue.
By this time next week, I'm pretty sure our characters will all be dead.