Jonathan

Well I just spent the last hour with a scruffy bearded, tattooed, giant ring wearing, plaid shirt wearing dude who swore almost as much as me, who just happened to be named Jonathan and I quite enjoyed him. He gave me a few useful tips about dealing with the anger I feel toward this woman, suggested she has some boundary issues and complimented me on maintaining a respectful work rapport. He agreed that I did the right thing proceeding with the complaint but not getting too invested in the outcome. So far, so good.

I continue to be well.

Love, elly