What does an anurism feel like?

So, I haven't drank myself in to a coma yet but I'm close. Yesterday I sent my inherited employee home. He just called me sir one too many times. Today he took to calling me Mr. (insert last name of choice). Sorry, that isn't my name and as best I can tell sir died in 1975. So I said "Alright Milton, you can call me Patrick. Sir as we discussed earlier died in 1975." His response "Yes sir, Patrick Sir." Damnit man, what is with you? Well, I'm still getting settled in here and learning everything I need to know. It's amazing how people are threatened by a competitor bookstore owner. It's like they bow up instantly when they find out who you are. I'm doing my best not to start fights and to pick the fights we have to start. It's really hard to be nice to some of these people. Milton3P0 included. He's a nice guy, but realistically he's annoying. He speaks fluent old english. Why would you learn this? I can understand learning spanish, french, dutch, latin, pig latin or something because they have translators for those. I can't imagine how much fun this guy is at parties. Anyway, he's here screwing with the radio right now and can't figure it out. The question of the day is "Sir, will their be any change in the selection of music offered at the store?" He prefers classical. The good news is they're leaving me a refrigerator so I can stock it with cold Corona's 24/7. Not like I'll get fired for drinking on the job you know.