Ok, I apologized for getting upset, but when in your second week on the job you pull an email that got quarantined by our spam filter, from a "bank" you don't do business with, sent to your email address that you've only had for 2 weeks, and execute a link in it just 5 days after I sent out a company wide email warning you about this scam, and in the process you release a cryptowall attack on our network, I tend to get testy.
Well... now.... this should be interesting.
You send me a letter, as formal as you could write it, and stuffed it into the front door of my house.
Sorry, it was ridiculous.
I'm going to consider this to be nothing more than a faux-mality....
It is easier to teach and manage children than adults who insist on behaving like children....
I'm not sure I can move off of the couch right now. Everything hurts. I'm watching Breaking Bad and just crashing with some good food.
Too many people let me down this weekend.
She picked me back up.
It was a nice change of pace... an extremely nice change of pace.
Next weekend things will get better.
Was it finally because of understanding, or because of submission to the horrible truth?
I guess I'll never really know.
Tonight I pick her up from the airport.
And then, I say good bye.
It's been fun.