Fin

I had a lovely long rant all written out, ready to be posted, but after conversations with my boss and Dave, I changed my mind a bit. I'm still quite pissed about my treatment by a friend, but I've decided to assume that, similar to that song by Lonestar, it was just the crazy talking. I guess I just sit back and hope that instead of trying to handle it alone, professional help is sought. And if not, well, I've taken all the abuse I care to take, so count me out.