The quality of the project deliverables turned to crap.
And I was supposedly old. 37. The engineer who took my place was a recent Berserkley graduate who could do no more than spout Mao and fume about the patriarchy, as well as brag about the last rave she went to.
She cheered for the tanks at Tien An Mein Square, and she’s second generation Chinese. Talked like a Valley Girl.