Without a doubt, the introduction i received for yesterday’s Junior Workforce “Career Talk” event was perfect! AU* is a bright 30-something, with an MIT pedigree, wild science-boy hair, trendy nerd glasses – and even sideburns. We’ve worked together on one large program, but until he introduced me to the assembled, theoretically impressionable, young nerd herd? i had no idea that he’d been paying much attention.
AU: I’d like to introduce our “Career Talk” guest. daisyfae… ummm…. this may not come out quite right, so bear with me… When I first arrived in the organization, I had a few interactions with daisyfae. I had to ask myself “How the hell did someone like that rise to a position of authority in this organization?”
i was, by then, laughing my ass off! As were many folks in the audience! He went on to explain that he’d seen me demonstrate fearlessness, commitment to the organizational mission, and an absolute contempt for all things bureaucratic. And that it later became obvious to him that i must be pretty damn good at my job to operate in such a manner… and not get fired.
It was fun. They asked questions – such as “what was your first impression of the organization and how has it changed?” and “when you came here, did you plan to stay forever?” i answered honestly – and they seemed amused. But then there was this, later in the afternoon from my friend, RJak, who had been unable to attend. Jabbing a perfectly barbed fork, right up the ol’ ego…
RJak: Sorry I couldn’t make it, I had a conflicting meeting. Besides, I might have blurted out “She sits around in her underwear, drinking gin like juniper berries were going extinct, begs her son to ‘Go get mama some smokes <belch>’, and when she takes the dog out, she forgets the underwear altogether.”
Damn. So much for my plan to start my own religion**. i could get used to the worshipful masses…
* His real initials… for those of you with at least a passing acquaintance with the periodic table, he’s definitely a “Golden Boy” .
** Good enough for uncle keith? Good enough for daisyfae…
As long as your secret alias isn’t revealed to the troops you’re safe. Pray you’re not discovered.
those damn sure ARE the ‘droids i’m looking for… i have a maintenance probe. time for a check up!
I too forget that I have on just tighty-whities when wander down the driveway, scratching & adjusting, to get the paper. I think my neighbor really likes it too. Tends to wink & giggle alot. Ah yes, benefits of living next door to Leasure World – Always a Bingo game to be found.
Daisyfae – You send me : )
Oddly enough, I’m thinking of starting my own religion too. I’m going to call it “The Way of Rob”.
I have to be very careful around the impressionable young folk at my workplace, lest they see my “greatness” is really just a house of cards.
I would have liked to have been like you when I was working. Especially the “absolute contempt for all things bureaucratic.” Oh wait, I think that was part of my problem.
I admire your style doll.. You have that extra something special that I like in a woman.
can you come to the gimcrack for “show and tell”?
unbearable banishment – i’m not sure i care whether folks find me. i’m pretty open about my ‘hippie’ lifestyle in a relatively conservative organization… it’d take ’em 5 years to fire me, besides!
gnu kid – it’s a pretty hot droid, isn’t it? probably costs more than a PC droid, but she’s much less likely to catch a virus…
WTG – i’m sure you’re keeping the blue-haired set well-giggled! better be careful, though – they might gang up on you and drag you inside to become their ‘bingo slave’!
rob – i’d probably follow “The Way of Rob”. So long as there are power tools involved, that is… i’ve always been fairly open with my astonishment at my ‘successful’ career path – didn’t expect it, and told them i feel like an imposter sometimes…
silverstar – i treat the bureacratic crap as a gigantic ‘mind puzzle’. makes it more like a game. a friend taught me the best trick ever – when encountering someone who is just giving you shit, telling you all the reasons you can’t do something and generally acting like a human speed-bump? just start asking “Is there a form? Can you just send me a form? I’ll just fill out the form… You have a form, right?” Very fun…
jimmy – good thing there’s already a very lucky Mrs. Bastard, or i suspect nursemyra and i would have to have ourselves a wee wrastling match over you! oh, and the extra something? marmite…
nursemyra – didn’t we do that in sevilla last summer?
Speaking of underwear, “AU” is the name of a local brand of man-panties here in Safrica. Stands for “Authentic Underwear” or something equally stoopid. Thought you should know.
Please start your own religion. It would be so much fun. We could decree that our followers have Jihads against each other, and everything.
…by the way, in Glasgow, ‘Little Pitchers’ are usually found on a very thin girl. ; )
Aw Dais, you rock my world. Not least because you like gin. Yeah mama!
kyknoord – that’s a
completely uselessfascinating fact. thank you for being an infinte fountain of knowledge. i’ll look for an opportunity to throw that up. in conversation.
uncle keith – great plan! i’ll declare jihad on girls with big butts to really rally your troops. you can demand temperance to get my drunken yabs outta the bars and onto the battlefield. in the meantime? let’s go in a corner and screw like rats…
jimmy bastard – it’s from the term “little pitchers have big ears”, which means adults should be careful about what they say within the hearing of children – but literally refers to the large handles sometimes attached to small vessels. i think i like the visual of a thin woman with Glaswegian “little pitchers” and big ears. Here in the US? we call her “dream date”…
dolce – you are truly the little sister i was supposed to have… and because you’re so openly worshipful? i shall make you a high priestess in my new religion… corsets, not robes…
That sounds like the first commandment!
A Golden Boy? Auuuuuuu…..
@Daisy Fae- I usually found it easier to ask forgiveness than permission. If I didn’t, sometimes people would have died.
Where can I slot in my usb stick on that computer lady
Great intro, and cool dude. Your disciples will now want to follow you on Twitter! P.S. You’ve got great legs, and that navel piercing is like soooo urban chic!
uncle keith – so let it be written, so let it be done…
silverstar – that’s been a common thread throughout my career! the ‘forgiveness’ part. not the dead people. i only think about killing them to pass the time in meetings…
alex – you’re rather creative! suspect you can find a suitable port!
Bb – not my actual legs. stunt-thighs were deployed… and perhaps i should call it the “Church of the Munchable Thigh”? or would people assume i was talking about fried chicken?
Wow, you are looking good, Daisyfae! I need to know how to get thighs like that. And those futuristic guns! All the better to stun a big handsome cowboy and rope him to the hood of my car.
Where do I sign up?
fragrant liar – ah, that’s my body double. she goes out as an advance party and collects the ‘candidates’ for later screening!
dolce – no need for paperwork. my church avoids bureaucracy… just start sacrificing cats and chickens and you’re on your way!
I had a nice chicken for dinner just the other night *grin*
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