I failed to get fired. Perhaps we can negotiate a layoff? I know when I'm not wanted. More to the point I know what I don't want. Working there is wrong, the energy is wrong, all the unhappy people are wrong. Not as people but as unhappy. As people they are wonderful, beautiful by and large. But why do they choose to suffer? The almighty dollar? I am very nearly cured. Thank you, spirit.
Did you notice the absence of mairs.net? I'll get around to updating the saga. Meantime, suffice it to say she came unplugged. Welcome back.