DJ.

I stay late for no one.

I spent my night working circles around you. I completed twenty projects in the time it took you to do one. They say you're not all there, and I had defended you for a long time, mostly because I found you strange, but tolerable. DJ? That has ended.

You should know this rule would apply to any of them. Joy, Chip, Troll, Popa. I would still be livid. I would surely rethink our relationship. The only thing that's different is I could talk it out with them, and I already know Joy and Chip take orders. Why? Because they envy and emulate me. I'm not just being a diva. You've seen it too.

My point? I make the rules. I may be older and wiser and expected to take charge, but you're kidding yourself if you think I will do everything for you and then give you a glowing recommendation and hand you a social agenda on a silver platter to boot. So you and your little folded paper lists can scoot along to the bus stop now. Toodles!