I just had a manager run up to my desk, panicking like a drag queen who’s lost her left falsie and the DJ just hit play. This guy would never acknowledge me on good days and suddenly I’m his pal. He sent a file to the other web guy, now at lunch, to be put live on the company site. Of course its wrong and goodlorditneedstocomedownnowNOWNOW!
I like to treat these people like I’ve caught them letting their dogs crap on my lawn. Because basically that’s what they’re doing: I’ve screwed up it’s your problem now, too.
I like to add a stupid “Well lets see now…” look pass over my face when they need an answer right away.
I am destined to be fired from every job I have.
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I kinda stole this one from a writer friend:
“She sputtered like a drag queen at Woodys who had just been asked to check her coat.”
Bless ya, Robert!
“panicking like a drag queen who’s lost her left falsie and the DJ just hit play.”
Do you people get a big book of these when you send away for membership?