Vorbau, please send me your home address. I'm going to send you something for when you get back: a roll of duct tape, one piece to be applied across your mouth on your way into work each day!
Stay safe and bring us back lots of stories.
Thanks for the thought, but duct tape has been scientifically proven not
to keep my mouth shut. So far, the only things that have successfully rendered me speechless are laughter, rage, and that horrible lip gloss my friend Bonnie talked me into trying in seventh grade.
I leave tomorrow morning = appropriately, on the 13th! I am planning a slow and horrible revenge on Colleagues 1 and 2, who I suspect (but can't yet prove) either set me up from the get-go, or saw the Deputy Director come in before I did and thereupon proceeded to sucker me into talking more than I should have. At least the Deputy Director bought me lunch. And promised me all the ammo I want, on the company dime.
My revenge involves dissecting the three of them by nanometers and dropping the bits into Reika's disgusting dungeon. Variations and additions to this plan will give me happy dreams while I'm gone.
As will the copious notes I will take with which to gross EHell out of its collective mind when I return.
Just take me as an object lesson: When in doubt, keep your mouth shut.
Vorbau, signing off