Dear Free at Last,
This calls for the penultimate all-night all-expenses-paid party, with a catered buffet and the stars of stage, screen, and monitor to perform for you.
If your boss and current bane of your existence separates from the company, this would call for the ultimate all-night all-expenses paid party, which involves formal dress, engraved invitations, bubbles, birds, balloons, and butterflies to be released on cue, gift registries at Asprey, Tiffany's, Cartier, and Bvlgari, and a ten-year vacation. That's why it's not going to happen. Life sucks, doesn't it?