Yes, I've officially left the building. They've been surprised and angry and whatnot, but what the heck, I'm tired of it. Let them stress over it--I'm tired of managing things all by my own. I give the power back to them; let them. They're going to get over it in a few days I'm sure.
Just so easy to throw a match unto a heap of gasoline-soaked rags then watch it illuminate the night sky.
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