First off I want to say that the recover post option on Blogger is bullshit.
That said, on with the post.
My notes from a conference call yesterday regarding The Italian Asshat Company’s (IAC) earnings release procedure with Asshats 1 & 2:
Procedure:
FTP site upload
Draft, Edit, Hazing
PRN, Fax Back, Hazing
Release issue, Coverage, Hazing
I was in Asshat 2’s office which is a glass windowed, glass walled management office. You must know that Asshat 1 & 2 together in the same room is like an explosion of pompous preening. They spent the greater portion of the call giving each other exasperated looks while trying to bring the French Asshat, who is new to the team, up to speed on IAC release procedure. She wasn’t clear on some things so they made their distain for her limited intelligence known by speaking to her as if she was one of the kids who rode the short bus to school.
All the while as I sat silently wondering what the fuck I was doing there, a voice in replayed in my head. It was Ron Burgundy of Anchorman’s voice saying:
“I’m trapped in a glass box of pomposity!” over and over again. I could hardly keep my face straight.
Anyhoo, I’m being hazed today by IAC and Asshats 1 & 2. Since they both can’t do a damn thing for themselves, they’ve posted themselves at my desk to generally annoy the shit out of me all day with their stupid requests.
Now if that’s not the definition of joy I don’t know what is.
I still feel 200 lbs of shit. My ears are clogged and I’m coughing like Typhoid Mary. Every single time I cough it leaves me weak and tired. I want nothing more than to lie down. But no haps on that for me.
If I’m lucky I’ll be able to meet Vic to do some wedding stuff at an expo happening tonight at the BK Marriot. Hopefully Massa and ‘nem will let me leave the plantation at a decent time. But I won’t hold my breath.
Anyhoo, off to lunch for about 10 seconds at my desk.
Later……………..
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