Those bastards! Actually, we don't know what happened to Curtis. It's one of the great unsolved mysteries of the world, like Atlantis, or Stonehenge, or Donald Trump's hair.

Curtis was a smart lad with a penchant for sweater vests. He did a couple freelance jobs for us and seemed destined to gain a spot in our ranks. We hired him, not knowing exactly where he fit in to the giant jigsaw that is MindComet. But it so happened that his skills fit well with a huge project we were starting his first day.

It may have been the scope of the project... It may have been the mandatory tequila shot for new recruits... It may have been Snowflake's use of "colorful metaphors" or Scott inappropriately touching Ted... But something in those first three hours made Curtis leave for lunch, never to be seen again.

Curtis, wherever you are, thank you. Thank you for a memorable three hours. Thank you for a classic MindComet anecdote. But most of all, thank you for unending hours of laughter at your expense.
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