I wonder if anyone will care how much time he actually wasted when I’m sure he was supposed to be working?
Seems like a win for the employer...more harm than good.

While he hates my guts, Gootsie knows I'm filled with wisdom

What do I do Trigger?
Bottle of scotch, watch The Crying Game...wtf was I supposed to tell him get used to hostile interracial situations in tight spaces.
