Scarred for Life

The other day I received an email from a fellow rock thrower who moved on to greener pastures over a year ago, we’ll call him Mo.  I was half expecting a general update on how much better life is when you don’t work for the Shitshow; instead I got a chill down the spine. 

From Mo:

You won’t believe this, but it’s 100% true.  The other night I had a nightmare that I was still working in the sewage pump lab.  All the flunkies were there working with me from Bob to Queen Perfume.  Every time I tried to leave, the door just opened back into the sewage pump lab with King Kong yelling at me to get more work done. 

I woke up in a cold sweat.  After waking up I had to get up and walk around for a couple of minutes convincing myself it was just a dream.  It was like have a Vietnam flashback or something like that.

Because even if I do escape, I’ll be scarred for life, I throw rocks.