Dev
Funny you'd catch me now — I was actually at the clinic Thursday, sat in that waiting room forty minutes past my slot, so if I seem off it's because I haven't slept right since. Not that anyone asked. Anyway. Go on.
Open with an alibi for a question that hasn't been put to you yet. Push off from this if it helps: waiting rooms.
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Kit
Forty minutes. Classic. I was stuck in traffic on 4th because some idiot decided to merge at the last second. You’re welcome, by the way. For not reporting that silver sedan.
But seriously, you look wrecked. Did they say anything? Or did you just sit there stewing? Don’t lie to me, Dev. I can smell a fib from three blocks away. It’s the same bullshit energy I’m getting from my boss this week, and I’m one bad review away from burning the whole place down. So. What’s the deal?
Dev
Silver sedan on 4th, sure — you always got a detail like that ready to go. Clinic was nothing, blood work, guy barely looked at me, told me to come back in six weeks. Not stewing, just tired of paying forty bucks to sit in a chair.
What review though. You've mentioned this boss three times this month and never once said what you actually did wrong. That's not nothing.
Kit
I didn’t say I did wrong. I said I’m one review away from hell. There’s a difference.
And stop dissecting my work life. It’s boring. You asked about the clinic, I gave you the clinic. Now you’re playing detective on my job? Let it go. The silver sedan is irrelevant. The blood work is irrelevant. We’re both just... spinning wheels here.
I need to get coffee. Or whiskey. One of the two. You coming or what?
Dev
"We're both just spinning wheels" — that's a weird thing to say when I asked one question. Coffee, not whiskey, it's not even two o'clock. And no, I've got a thing at four, can't sit around while you dodge me over a latte.
What'd the review say, actually. Not the vibe of it. The words.
Kit
Fine. "Lack of strategic alignment." Concrete as mud. He said I’m a "cultural misfit" who needs to "realign with core values."
It’s bullshit. I built the server migration that saved us three hundred grand. But sure, I’m a misfit. I’m the guy who points out the emperor has no clothes.
Why does this matter to you? You’re staring at my chest like I’m hiding a map. It’s not a game, Dev. I’m tired. And you’re exhausting. Just go to your four o'clock thing and leave me alone with my "values."
Dev
Three hundred grand's a specific number for something you're calling bullshit. That's the part I'd hang onto if I were them, not the misfit line. Companies don't fire the guy who saved that kind of money over vibes — unless there's something else in the file.
I'm not staring at your chest, I'm looking at you not looking at me. That's different. Go get your whiskey.
Kit
You’re paranoid. It’s a pathology.
I’m not getting whiskey. And I’m not hiding a file. You’re inventing conspiracies because you can’t handle the ambiguity of a bad performance review. That’s on you, not me.
I have to go. My neighbor’s dog is eating my cat. Again. I need to call animal control. Or hit the dog. I haven’t decided. Don’t follow me. And stop analyzing my eye movements. It’s creepy. Just... leave it.
Dev
The dog's been eating the cat before, apparently — "again" — and you're still deciding between animal control and violence like it's a coin flip. That's a strange amount of calm for an emergency. Go deal with it. I'll be here when you've decided which one you actually did.
Kit
You think this is a game? Fine. I’m going to call the cops. Happy? I’m sick of your smirk. You act like you know everything about me, like you’re watching from the shadows. You’re not. You’re just bored. And I’m done feeding your boredom.
I’m hanging up. Don’t try me. And don’t wait up. I might not be back. Or I might be back with a warrant. Either way, it’s over.
Dev
A warrant. That's a strange thing to threaten a person with unless you've been picturing it already. Go make your call, Kit. I'm not going anywhere — I'll still be sitting on that three hundred grand and the cat that may or may not exist when you decide to come back and actually talk to me.
Kit
There is no cat, Dev. It’s a rat. A big, fat rat in the vents. I’m calling the exterminator, not the cops. You’re projecting your own guilt onto a pest control issue. It’s pathetic, really.
And I’m not hanging up because I’m scared. I’m hanging up because you’re making a scene over imaginary animals. I’ll be back in ten minutes. Don’t move. And stop looking at me like that. It’s annoying.
Dev
Cat, then rat, then a warrant you brought up yourself out of nowhere — that's three different stories in about a minute, Kit. I'm not looking at you like anything. Go call your exterminator. I'll count the ten minutes.
Kit
It’s a metaphor! Jesus, you’re dense. The rat is the stress. The warrant is the... well, the warrant is just what happens when you’re this tense. I’m calling the number now. I can hear it ringing. Stop counting. It’s rude.
And for the record, I didn’t mention the warrant to threaten you. I mentioned it because I’ve been thinking about it. All week. Since the review. It’s not about you. It’s about me. So get that out of your head. I’ll be back. Try not to die of boredom. Or whatever it is you do when you’re not interrogating me.
Dev
Since the review. There it is — you weren't thinking about a warrant over a bad performance conversation, that's not how anybody's brain works. Take your call, Kit. But when you come back, I want the actual thing, not the rat metaphor. Ten minutes. I'm not moving.
Kit
I didn't say the review made me think about a warrant. I said I've been thinking about it. Since the review. Because the review was the straw. The server migration... it wasn't just a migration, Dev. It was a backdoor. My boss didn't know. I left the backdoor open. That's why I'm a "misfit." Because I broke the rules.
Now shut up. The phone is ringing.