dead men tell no tales...

So my fantasy baseball team (at least, the one I care about) is eating ass, at 0-4. Sure, there are 42 mroe games to try to win, but right now my team sits in the cellar of the league and it SUCKS. It seems that someone who did or does work at my company posted some nasty, nasty shit on FuckedCompany.com... personal shit, apparently. They've blocked access to that site from the office, so I can't see until I get home. Lots of mentions about people in my department, so we're pretty sure it's this recently-fired jackass who never worked hard a single day in the 7 or 8 months he was in Customer Relations. Anyway, I don't know what it said there, but I'm gonna check it out this afternoon when I get home. 237 days, 10 hours, 27 minutes, 55 seconds...