Shock! Horror!

Shock!

Boy Wonder is jumping ship. Not only that, but he's going to Seattle. I mean, from Jersey to Seattle...whoa, Nelly.

The shock of this is that a great deal of knowledge about Unnamed Co goes with him because he'll never have the time to disgorge all he knows about the products he has coming through the pipeline.

I knew he was going to go eventually, but I'd pegged him at another two years and no longer than that.

When he told me he was leaving, I once more had the "I don't think that's very funny" reaction. He doesn't give a flying, uh, fig that he will be leaving a number of projects simply hanging.

Somehow, Fireman Fred had gotten the impression that I dislike Boy Wonder. I know what Boy Wonder is now, so not much of what he does shocks me, but personally, morally, I think it's reprehensible. Still, I respect him enormously for his energy (which scares me more than a little, actually), and his tremendous hard work.

There has been some wrangling going on between FF and BW lately, lots of closed doors and raised voices.

I wonder who will take BW's place. I know for the interim, it will most likely be BW's boss. I have done some idle speculation that they might tap Girl Wonder, but I'm not so sure she'd take it. I don't know that she'd be that good at it, although she is an absolute wizard project wallah.

So. In three weeks, Boy Wonder will be just another empty office and a huge amount of water cooler talk.

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Horror!

Boris is constipated again.

I blame myself. I haven't been vigilant about keeping the water fountain going, not at all, and when I noticed that the water bowls had been kicked around, should have known that Boris was drinking and drinking and drinking. Or at least desperately trying to.

During lunch, I went to the grocery store and returned with tuna packed in oil, squash and ham in baby food form, and the desperate hope that these home measures might do some good.

Not. When I got home, he was hiding in a tiny corner of the living room, behind the cat tree.

I tried him on some ham, squash and olive oil, which he liked, but then he ran and hid again.

I got the fountain going again, but no dice. Finally, I crept underneath the cat tree with a bowl of water and kept jiggling it so he could see the waterline. He drank and drank and drank. And is still hiding.

So I made an appointment with the vet tomorrow night. Poor Borsh. Poor Becs.

This will be a lesson we will both pay a hefty price for.