How can it only be 1:45? How can it be that I only walked in the door here four hours ago, and I have four more hours to live through. Criminy. Boss Sunshine is at one of his eleven therapy appointments per week. (Talk about narciscism, huh?). Before he left, he said that when he came back, he wanted to meet with all of us. We're all dreading it. Whatever happens, it's not gonna be good. A mass firing? More screaming? Or, worst possibility of all, a group therapy session? Staffetto reported this morning that he had an anxiety attack last night. If you listen closely, you can hear the refrain of 'hate my job' whenever anyone here is on the phone.

I swear, it's become like daily oral surgery. There must be a way out.

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