vikingwolfe

... so the Human Resources Manager walks in as I am having a spastic fit over how slow the clean-up is going... Like I should pull out a bull-whip or cat-o-nine-tails and start flogging everyone with in striking distance...

He just looks at me and says: "... so how was your evening?" I just dropped my head and quietly told him I would see him in his office after I finished opening the store.

Is this significant... well, four years ago... I would have bit off his head. What's wrong with me?

I love that dog...