I am home, after my last day with CCC. Work was slow. We didn't have any rowdy goings-on, except for the cop and the singing performance artist, but that's a story for a different day. My party was nice. My staff was there, and a few other important friends. I got a lot of encouragement, and some good advice. My plan is to move forward. That's all I can do. It's strange. I feel very empty and like I am no one's boss, which I am not...anymore.
I hope for the best for my employees.
I still feel responsible for them.
Good luck, Sally, Michelle, Topher and Jason! Happy time-without-me Allen! You guys are awesome!
Topher? Seriously? Can we please put an end to this charade of good happy feelings and love ins? It's starting to smell like hippies and bums in here! The short version of Christopher is Chris! CHRIStopher. It's easy to see how that could be shortened. Chris is a name. Topher is not. No one knows what in the perfect Hell a "topher" is. Maybe it's a dumb car model name or perhaps an STD of some kind that infects the butts and mouths of hippies. What it isn't is a word that should be used. It's use should be banned by law and all evidence of it's use erased by sweet clean fire for the good of modern society. Anyone pretending to be named Topher is a sideshow freak. CHRIS. That's your goddamn name! CHRIS. CHRIS. CHRIS. Shitchrist, why is this so frustratingly hard?!?!?
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