Seemingly out of the blue (to us, if not the People's Rev team), Tandrew tells Kelly that he's got an out-of-town wedding he booked days off for months ago, and while he feels sorta guilty for taking a week off while everything's so crazy... He trails off so he doesn't have to say "Ain't no way I'm passing up drunken wedding sex so I can toil in Robyn's salt mines." Kelly tries to passive-aggressive her way into convincing Tandrew to do just that, but he holds his ground. So Skinner and Andrew prepare for short-staff-pocalypse while Tandrew lightly jokes with Andrew about "OMG wouldn't it be hilarious and kind of great if I got fired?" Ahh, that's like Stage 3 in the Road to Quitting Your Job handbook.
So cut to the morning after Andrew's dinner party, and yup! Tandrew has quit. Via e-mail it seems. Not only that, he's moving back to California. Hopefully to return to his true passion: hairstyling. And not getting called a retard. As Skinner talks nicely about him, we reminisce on the good times we had with Tandrew. Tanning beds. Britney lyrics tattooed on his arms. Generous offers of spare Ativan. Skinner will miss the workload he used to shoulder, but she'll miss her hairdresser even more. Aw.
Meanwhile, this all circles back to Andrew, who will now be getting even more responsibility. Which is not exactly what he's looking for with this job. He's great with being Kelly's assistant. But as far as becoming a de facto junior publicist? "I don't really know about this." Foreboding!
Joe R will miss Tandrew more than lispy words can say. Questions, comments, and unadulterated love can be sent to him at email@example.com.