Working with folks like this, is why. What a supreme asshole this person was! Anyway, I used to get paid a pretty good salary to manage and worry about the behavior of a collection of such individuals. After a number of years of being a good soldier, I realized that the money wasn't really enough to compensate for the man-breasts I was developing, the substantial beer gut I was transporting from meeting to meeting, the elevated blood pressure, et cetera. Fast forward a couple of years, and, in my slimmed down and chilled state, I've purchased a number of lots of found photographs on eBay, and to my great surprise, they are filled with images of my former colleagues!
