Nick suffers the humiliation of being on the wrong end of a “You went to Yale” mistake.
Nick’s weekend from hell turns to bliss. Almost.
The only thing more pathetic than kissing ass is trying to kiss ass and not succeeding.
Find a typo or two, your boss is in a good mood, and suddenly you’re a hero.
What’s funny at 2 a.m. in the middle of a hostile tender offer ain’t necessarily so interesting at Bungalow 8 on a Saturday night.
Nick suffers the worst interview of his life, then somehow, magically, things look up. Or down, depending on perspective.