So The Boss is gone, and now it is just My Manager and me.

In my house, there is no television. That’s right, not just no cable, but not even one t.v. My Manager thinks this is hilarious, and loves to make fun of my lack of pop-culture knowledge…

My Manager: Leize Marie, you should open a high-end retail store called “Bash”.

Me: Oh?

My Manager: See, you don’t even know why I say that.

Me: Nope.

My Manager: It’s not just because you tie fancy knots in your scarves, or have friends named Hol-LAND, or McKen-NA, or WILKES.

Me: Okay…

My Manager: The Kardashians have a store called “Dash”. See what I did there?

Me: Ahhhhhh.

My Manager: You know, because your last name is pronounced BASH-on.

Me: I see now.

My Manager: You know it’s bad when I am the coolest person here.