Who wants to write my self-assessment for me?

Done.

I can do it, I can run, I can hunt you down.
You can try, but you can't stop me 'cause I'm gaining ground.
I'm light on my feet and I'm quick to the punch.
I had a heavy breakfast, but a real light lunch.
I'm a raging bonfire, a cherry bomb, I'm me.
I'm rough-and-tumble, I'm the one to beat,
I'm a fresh coat of blacktop burnin' at your feet.
I've got a poisonous sting, when I rain I pour.
I'm the best of the best, I'm the soupe du jour.
I'm smooth as glass, and sharp as a tack, I'm me.
I'm the last and best stick of gum in the pack, I'm me.
I'm a strong woman, fast-talking, big-bad-dog walking,
High falutin', drum-beatin', foot stompin', corn-poppin',
Speeding locomotive that just won't stop!
I'm a hot apple pie with a cherry on top!
I'm a crowd pleasin', head spinnin',
Winnin' in the ninth inning,
Whip-lashing, record-smashin',
Black-tie party crashing!
Cyclone of fun, I'm an army of one!
I'm strawberry sprinkles on a hot cross bun!
I'm a big haymaker in a title fight.
I'm a cute black kitten with a nasty bite.
I'm an action double-feature on a Friday night!
I'm me!

Total fuckin' tool. Also, no wonder is ex was depressed.

Also, Calli, please tell me he's not someone I'm friends with.

Tino is a friend of a friend?

Yep. Apparently Tino goes to Hero Con with a book group buddy of mine.

ETA:

please tell me he's not someone I'm friends with.

Nope, totally different circles. As far as I know.

Loads of health~ma for your cousin DJ.

I hope you're okay job-wise sumi, yikes.

I'm going to vote tool.

Thanks. So far, it's just talk - and I guess we've been pretty lucky to not have this happening earlier. (Other state universities in Illinois have not been so lucky.)

This makes me smile.

And it's a beautiful day outside - I just got back from a walk and running a few errands. And I managed to not get trampled by the school group.

Tool.

Too bad he can't be hit by involuntary reductions to society. He belongs on Ex-Isle even though he's not Calli's ex. Call it a preemptive strike.

sumi, that's scary. I hope morale doesn't dip too low, and sending you some continuing to have a job~ma. Unless what you really want is perfect opportunity elsewhere~ma.

P.S. Who, exactly, decided that preemptive has no dash in it? Also, coop needs one unless one is talking of hen houses.

And I managed to not get trampled by the school group.

You only ran into one? At this time of year?

Well, I emailed him back and said that while I'm sorry to hear that fat chicks are bad for his mental health, graceless tools are bad for mine. So buh-bye. (Only I used more words. No globe, though.) And then I blocked him. Thus endeth the story.

I hope everything works out ok for you, with the reductions and all, sumi.