This is not surprising.
As time marched on, Suzie sat at her desk and performed her menial task as menially as she could, and because of this, her writing changed. Deaths industry wide rose twelve percent. Gone were the subtle flourishes of language, charming footnotes and devilishly clever puns about helmet saftey. Eventually, she got transferred to writing small pieces for a museum project, which just happened to be the most menial project in the writing business at the time, cementing her in a dead end carreer. Even worse, she went on a date. With her boss.