He came and got all of his crap last night when our little old office in this little old house was empty. He came here in the dark, his pockets heavy with so much money he was paid but never earned. Too ashamed to even say, “hey, nice working with you, thanks for doing my job for me the last five months,” he came to the office after hours and took his framed photos, his diploma, his book about leadership. But before he left, he made sure to
leave the fucking toilet seat up.