What? Such attitudes. A good swift kick in the ass is what you spoiled brats need. I think you all ought to be sent to Indiana, put up in a Motel 6, two to a room and be forced to do your role playing on how much you love your room mate and what you did to get to get to know each other better. A tour of the pleasures of the Indiana countryside in the back of a haywagon about noon, would suit you all. A good sweat might evaporate some of the hatefulness out of some of you. Managers, being the incredulous leaders they are here, should go first and absolutely have to share rooms. After all, if you can't walk your talk, then you can't call yourself a manager, right?