I hope this firing causes them no end of suffering and fuck-ups around the office.

So very much this.

Fuck. I just got back from almost an hour of putting patient notes in charts to find all this, plus a pre-fleeing-for-a-martini message from David on my cellphone. I want to go over there right now and stab the fuck out of all of them. I hate, hate, hate them.

His performance would have been one fuck of a lot less inconsistent if they hadn't dicked him and his coworkers over repeatedly and drained all the pleasure and loyalty out of their souls. So now, of the almost entirely all-new group of people this firm assembled 2 1/2 years ago, Hec's supervisor E. is the only one still there. Everyone else, new and alarmingly recent.

Fuck them. I'm taking his badge and breaking into Weasel Boss's office and beheading her animatronic cat.

I hope this firing causes them no end of suffering and fuck-ups around the office.

Just don't injure your vocal cords laughing when weasel!boss or replacement!employee calls you to find out where X, Y, and Z are, or how to do A, B, and C.

Then they'll see how goddamn "inconsistent" your performance has been.

Crapweasels.

Am I wrong to think if they do ask you how to do stuff you should tell them the wrong shit and laugh like Nelson Muntz?

Tep, insent.

Am I wrong to think if they do ask you how to do stuff you should tell them the wrong shit and laugh like Nelson Muntz?

Either that, or demand a large consulting fee, payable up front.

BTW, Hec, did you get a chance to see X when they were in SF recently? I saw them at Slims, & had much fun.

Hey, Fern! No, it was an Emmett night and couldn't go. But they seem to be touring semi-regularly now, so I will have to go catch them on the next pass through.

Thanks for all the kind thoughts and the stabby thoughts directed towards them.

Jacqueline, I think we'll go out to dinner tonight instead of other plans. Looks like it's going to be rained out tonight anyway. (A partner at work had given me tickets to tonight's Giants exhibition game. It's tempting because they're expensive seats, but I don't think I really want to sit in the rain and watch the tarps.)

I'm just finishing up (only 30 minutes overtime, but every little bit helps). Home in a few.

You two crazy kids take good care of each other, okay?

But he also talked about his past relationships, and not knowing how to know when it's the Real Thing versus when you should bail in the hopes of the Grand Cinematic Passion.

Yeah. My thing in this regard is that I don't just want a relationship, I want a Love Story. I'm a romantic at heart, and I think about the meaning of life and so forth in terms of narratives, so it's natural for me to think of a relationship this way. I want to be able to tell my grandchildren stories about how we met, that make our story unique. (My grandkids are going to hate talking to me.)

Thing is, with Wallybee? I don't have that. Not really. We met because we both wanted a relationship, and were employing the same strategy to get there (online dating). There's been no thunderbolt, just a rather cautious process of getting to know each other, discovering that she's a person I admire and whose company I enjoy, and that my heart melts when I make her happy. (She calls me her penguin, by the way. I've told her that in that case, it should be an emperor penguin.) This isn't a relationship born of air and fire, it springs from earth and water.

And really, it's just as well. Because it all feels so right, and if it were this great romantic epic as well, I fear it would send everyone here off in a quest for their own Wallybee. And then where would we be? For there is no Wallybee but Wallybee, and billytea is her Penguin. Um. Gaze upon me, and despair!