All Good Things
I’m sorry to report that coworker is no longer with us. Once he settles in at his new job, I’ll attempt to pass the baton, but I don’t know when that may come to pass.
In the meantime, I leave you with this final parting gift: a poem by the coworker from this morning.
Showering is for peasants
I wash myself in bearer bonds
Which I burn afterwards
Because I’m so snobby
