Almost burn the house down. Check.
The microwave is still spouting out plumes of smoke, all the fans are on.
Good times.
He told me a story-or rather-used an analogy to make his point. A math formula (of all the things), something about constants and variables. But I'm turning the tables. I'm the constant. And I'm not going anywhere. Unless of course the orders are given and I'm literally dismissed.
Happy.
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