I just got back from Indianapolis for a business trip with my boss and, well … my other bosses, I guess. I think pretty much everybody is the boss of me. I find that my coworkers are a hilarious bunch, and I think I like them pretty much. It’s nice to travel with people that you like. The bad news is that when I got back, the mouse was still in my house. Here is my proposed solution:
Also, more poison. Later – j.