:Please don't call me "sir", I work for a living.  You told me to "chillax".  In italics.  Then you told me to relax.  And you went on to mention that I need to let mother nature work its course.  All in one post.  That, in a nutshell, is a dismissal.  I looked around at my ass and the motherfucker was fired.  And it's all good, JeanLatore.  You like the course that you are on.  All I think that I can do for you is try to talk you out of it.  Frustrating for both of us.  Better to end this nowbut you did that already.  Be good, I'm calling it a night.