You know that feeling, that absolute SURGE of relief, when someone who's made every single day, every single day, a little bit worse just... vanishes? Like that poor junior designer, I guess. You’re just sort of existing, trying to keep everything together, and then suddenly the hyper-critical department head who basically breathes down your neck with every little detail just ANNOUNCES they're gone to some rival firm across town— and you can finally exhale for the first time in months. Maybe years. It’s not fair to feel it, not really, but sometimes you just want to scream it from the rooftops, that quiet joy that you only sort of let yourself feel, because you know how quickly it can all come crashing back down.