Becca: go to bed.
M-D: But I don’t have to work tomorrow, and I don’t wanna go to bed yet.
Becca: damnit, man. go to bed, I say!
M-D: What? You’re not the boss of me.
Becca: yes, I am. I got a promotion.
Becca: before, I was merely the coworker of you.
M-D: Hang on. *checks memo* DAMN! How did I miss that? It says here there was a cake and everything.
Becca: you were in that meeting.
M-D: Was I? Must have been asleep. I’ve been known to do that in meetings.
Becca: which is why *I* was promoted.