Bam! Pow! You're flat on your back again trying to escape the 50 lb weight on your chest. Exactly. Every last ounce of trust, of respect, shredded like so much flesh in the mouth of Jaws. I guess it's just going to be this way, no holds barred, biting encouraged... No passive aggression, just a go for the throat mentality.

Yeah. I really feel like getting the hell out of dodge for a while - wish I hadn't used up so much vacation time this year. Oh well, you live - you learn.