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Sad Puppy
El Jefe was crestfallen when PITA let it slip that I also thought his ThermoMeter was stupid. He considers this one of his major accomplishments. Yes, using the expensive, color printer to produce confusing depictions of information is an accomplishment.
Today, he cornered me and asked about PITA’s comment. I have my own set of milestones to meet this week, so I was not in the mood to dick around.
Captain Sarcastic: “Yes, I think it’s inane.”
El Jefe: “I provide the ThermoMeter to help you.”
Captain Sarcastic: “Let’s make a visit the Wayback Machine, Sherman. When you presented the first draft of this for Project Unicorn, I told you the dates were crap and I would not sign off on this.
You obviously would not consult with your team, so I did. At the end of the day, I provided you a hand-written list. After working through a third of it, your attention lapsed and you went with your own, bullshit data. Then, at the company meeting, you confused ‘When we can Sell Rides on Unicorns?’ with ‘When we will announce Unicorns are available?’ Crazy Doris saw this, went bat shit, and I had to send a clarification to the entire company.
Mass-communicating incorrect information does not help me.”
El Jefe: [Sad puppy look]
He wanted to pummel the deceased equine later in the morning. Each deflection of culpability was served right back at him. The blockbuster was telling him that after the visit from Crazy Doris, I’d given up on him doing this right, so I’ve been surreptitiously editing his source document myself, culling out stuff I disagreed with. Yes, El Jefe, your value here truly is limited to printing stuff and taping it to the walls.
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