Failure in the morning
You know, I've never been able to make a soft yolk egg properly. It just never quite turns out how it should. Too hard, rest of the egg not done, something's always wrong.
So, I cook the CRAP out of an egg this morning for inclusion on a little breakfast sandwich with english muffins, some meat product type substance and some cheese. Tasty, tasty usually.
First bite, *ESPLODY* WTF? Everywhere. Yolk went fucking EVERYWHERE.
January 28th, 2009 - the day I was D-U-N before I even made it to work.
Tensions seemed high in our little staff meeting yesterday. Mostly because the boss spent WAY TOO FUCKING LONG rattling about how safe we are even though production is being dropped by one hundred cabs a day. That's about 1/5 of overall.
But whatever, didn't bother me.
A particularly difficult task, or at least ridiculously tedious, sits in front of us. So, nobody volunteering for it, the boss says, "so what do we do?"
I suggest, "hire a monkey off the street?"
Boss responds, "Yeah, or Zippy."
Unable to stop myself, "Close enough."
And then I cut him to the quick on his web proxy non-policy. He finally said we can't wait for management we just have to make a decision and tell them how it'll be because they don't give a fuck. So, I told him I'll go talk to management if it's too gargantuan a task for him to handle. He says to be his guest.
Already got the two most important on board. All I have to do is approach momma hen of the kids upstairs. Gotta pick the right time for her. Probably late afternoon, when she's tired and not paying attention.
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