- Walked around with the boss yesterday, bouncing around like a pinball (get yesterdays post title now? I know, genius). Looking for the answer to one single question, we travelled around from building to building, office to office, making friends along the way and collecting business cards. No answers though. As Artax to the boss' Atreyu, we set out on mission across Fantasia looking to stop the Nothing from devouring everything and ending us. Pretty much the exact same story, except the Nothing DID consume us (the Nothing being foolish bureaucracy),and I didn't dramatically perish in the mud from depression (though I know the old man would cry, we're tight like that). As the Nothing persists, I'll try yelling out the Childlike Empress' name in the big wig staff counsel meeting. Should set everything straight.
- One of the units that will be working for us in Afghanistan in numerically designated 842, and many insist on referring to them as the "Eight Four Deuce". With all due respect (a term which deserves a dedicated post), it sounds idiotic. It has become such a buzz term, that I've even heard one individual say "Eight Four Two-Deuce" just to cram the "deuce" in there. Silly. People higher ranking than I say it all the time, and it makes my 5-hole pucker.
- Admittedly, I went a little over the line tonight while describing my thoughts on why our meetings draw out so long. I sort of, kind of, went into an exaggerated (but not by much) reenactment of the briefing style of one of my peers. "Uhhhhhhh" and "Ahhhhhhh" and "wellllllll" were used liberally. Probably not the most professional moment of my day, but shit, maybe a little prep before you waste 30 minutes of my life. Plus, you brief SECOND TO LAST, get your game right.
"Swords In!"
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