I wish I could keep track of lies well enough for that. The bosshole is of course a millionaire in a gated community. He has asked where I live and when I say an apartment, he just says to buy a house in Scottsdale. He has to know how much I make. That's not happening. He's such a dick. I just let him poke at me and everyone gets weirded out. I'm not too phased by him, exactly, just that I know if I push back too much, he'll just replace me with one of his kissass indians.