Sort of confirm: I'm older, and my mind is fine, I just don't care as much anymore. I'm comfortably numb as the song goes.

My only problem with this is: Some of my best people are those that "I gave them a chance." I'd only hire perfect people from my tribe if I had to have them forever.

And what about those who you have a chance to and they didn’t cut it? Their life is ruined by being fired.

The cemetery is filled with irreplaceable people.

Canada? Maybe they should ask if he wants MAID?