Text exchanges with the (former) boss:
T(F)B: I found it. It pops up differently.
Me: K, good.
T(F)B: Geez. I am an idiot.
Me: No comment.
T(F)B: Shut it. This is your fault.
Me: Of course it is.
Me: Also, enough with the encouragement to get mouthy with [my VP], Captain No Longer Here
T(F)B: Whatever. Man up, Maki!
Me: I am manning up; I’m bending over and taking it like a man.
Me: Whatever, quitter.
Me: I’m going to surrender – I’ll shove a crayon in my brain or something.
Me: Make myself dumb.
T(F)B: Use a steel rod. Make it all stop.
Me: Why are you always so keen on having me kill myself?
T(F)B: It’s what I would do.
T(F)B: There should still be a rod in my office. In one of the drawers.
Me: Old Lady Sullivan’s Place? No one goes near there. They say it’s haunted.
Me: By failure and the Spirit of Quitting.
T(F)B: It’s ok. I figured it out.
T(F)B: Thx tho. U Rick