“Hey Doug, could you come to the boardroom?”
“Sure, what’s this about?” I said.
The line went stunted. He was conferring and I knew I had come back to see my old friend Trouble once more. To any nose-presser looking in it had the appearance of me fucking up and letting my mouth get ahead of my brain but it wasn’t like that. Not this time. I had allowed my mouth to run rings in the past. I had gotten caught up in disciplinary matters which were supposed to take six weeks but they had dragged on for years. They were supposed to take six weeks so as to not cause too much undue distress but they wanted the distress. They wanted the distress because the distress might help them achieve what they couldn’t with ability alone. They wanted me gone. Gone by resignation or at the end of a short rope and a strong light fixture like some friends. After a little more dead air and conferring, he spoke again:
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