Postscript from yesterday: the review was not bloodshed in the slightest.
In other news, the new guy in the office, the Pill, has had every chance to prove himself not a shit in my eyes. And he has failed.
He thanked me the first week he was here for going out of my way to make him feel welcome, and my response was simply that we had to work with him, might as well make it pleasant. Apparently, he said that didn’t keep people from not being nice other places he’d worked.
If a problem is persistent enough in one’s life, you have to start beginning to think that the problem is yours, not the universe’s. The Pill’s problem is his. And his problems aren’t mine.