I am so grateful for him. Still. After 12 1/2 years. I work really hard and love what I do and benefits are awesome. The Man does me right. On a day like today when I'm cut down in the prime of life by some mysterious body-ache-and-laryngitis thing and am too sick to work, he pays me. He is paying me right now as I type. Thank you, The Man. I appreciate it.
And congratulations to my friend, Paul Lukas, who is celebrating his 17th anniversary of not working for The Man. He works really hard and loves what he does and feels the lack of bennies are an o.k. tradeoff for being self-employed and never going into an office again.
Vive La Difference!