July 26th, 2002


25 Minutes of Sitting Back and Waiting for Shit to Hit the Fan...

Last Friday: Hi six regional managers! I need one of these computer inventory sheets filled out for each of your sites, and I need it back by next Friday.
Last Monday: Hi six regional managers! Mr. President says he wants those inventory sheets back by noon on Friday.
Last Wednesday: What do you mean none of the Boston sites got the information? Isn't the Regional Manager paying attention?
This Morning: What do you mean you didn't get the survey, isn't the Detroit Regional Manager paying attention? :: What do you mean you didn't get the survey, isn't the Upstate NY Regional Manager paying attention?

So I've been faxing my little ass off, getting people information that their Regionals declined to send them. In (20 minutes now) a short while, the president will be exploding on people who haven't replied. Until then, I've done all I can, and I'm going to sit back and just wait for other people to be sprayed in poo.

Not my problem anymore.
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I am not alone...

So I poke my head into my boss' office to find him hunched, quite ferally, over the remnants of a Nestle's Crunch bar. Lying stunned, off to the side, was a Reece's Peanut Butter Cup, obviously next in line for consumption.

"I'm... having... some chocolate." He says, with a crazed look in his eyes.

"Fair enough. I have some..." And I commenced to ask him work questions. He crumpled up the inedible husk that had once surrounded his Crunch, and began to tear at the orangey fleshy shell of the PBCup. The first Cup was devoured between grunts of acknowledgement and reply to my questions.

He picked up the second... and it ESCAPED!

Off onto the floor it flew, and a look of panic came into his eyes as he pushed back from his desk and shouted "FIVE SECOND RULE!"

He found it within four.

He devoured it.

"Even better than the first one," he said, wiping the chocolaty mess from his maw.

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