When things get to big and go “corporate” that’s when it hits the fan and the skinny jean kids that look like there lower half is part blue heron jump in on the gravy train. They have cool beard gel and a Vespa scooter and can tell you what kind of butterfly climaxed on the coffee bean in there drink but they have a safe space in moms basement to protect them from reality still.
Sad part is it’s my generation, and it’s embarrassing how many basements are occupied
Well, we could talk about the parents, educators and all the way up to that Santa, north of us and his buddies that want to guarantee a free pass to fantasy land for
ALL....
It basically comes down to work ethic!
Like it or not, we're just too many generations off the farm!
BTW Stealth, I'm absolutely certain that you saved you and your boss a lot of time and aggravation. I would have done the very same.