Monday morning staff meeting. Division Chief* goes ‘around the room’ to get scores and highlights from the management team. Fellow technical advisor, VK, is up…
VK: I had a good interaction with a funding agent last week. RJ asked for a short proposal on the self-slicing bread molecule** project.
Who is “RJ”? Notoriously arrogant, and vertically challenged, man in a position of some authority…
DivChief Nozzle: RJ? What’s old RJ up to?
daisyfae [stage whisper]: About 4′ 9″ last time i saw him… [slaps hand over mouth, too late for effective filtration]
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* Not my beloved former Division Chief, but the new one – a condescending nano-manager, possessing NO sense of humor, and bearing a striking resemblance to a douche nozzle.
** Not a real project. That i know of…
Trailer Park Refugee 
In Scotland, I believe it’s referred to as “wee man syndrome.”
“Napolean Complex”, “Overcompensation” or “Pencil-Dick Disease”…
i see you still have a preference for accessories made of real leather. only 6.5 to go? turn up the volume and enjoy the ride to the finish line.
of course! nothing beats a fine leather… except an even better leather! surf’s up!
He’s probably standing in a ditch.
that’s what SHE said!
Oh, the words I wish I could retrieve. . . falling flat and splattering on the floor like random daubs of cow manure….
i tend to splatter the walls… need to get a bit more control until the new boss is better characterized.
Those stage whispers are sooooo dangerous 🙂
yep. the guys on either side of me spit coffee. could have resulted in burns…
Oops!
very much so…
I find I do that stuff more and more as I get older. It’s as though some filter is eroding.
filters are over-rated. except in circumstances where you are working for Mr. Nozzle. who really is uptight. ugh.
Giggle!
in hindsight, it’s funnier. at the time, i was a bit mortified.
Man I wish I had a retirement to look forward to…..
come live with me. we’ll be crazy old broads together!
Beware the little man who carries a gun! Their ego is more dangerous than the bullets they fire.
no guns. this one carries a calculator and wears a suit from 1978.
Always the life of the party eh Dais?! 😉
it was 10am on a Monday morning. not exactly a party…
MEH …. who cares what time it was?! lol
The Trailer Park got some a makeover!
Very nice! 🙂
ouldn’t resist the make-over when The Unbearable Banishment sent me the lovely photos of the trailer park lounge in NYC…
Tall in a day’s work for Daisyfae.
ba-dum-DUM! Ladies and gents, she’s in town for the whole week! let’s give it up for Ms. Cats!
Oohh… you’ve changed the decor. Very nice!!
i started this 3 1/2 years ago. seems time for an update. the unbearable banishment found that diner in NYC, got me some pics, and i wanted to use them as a header. might tweak a little more, but this is probably going to be the new look for another 3 1/2 years… or until i get tired of this and quit…
Is something different or have the drugs not worn off from last night?
i have no idea what you’re talking about. good drugs, eh?
Can’t remember the last time I enjoyed a bit of good interaction!!!!!!!!!
i’ve had more than my fair share, of late… both good and bad. i’m ready to leave town!
I always got the comment , “Hey Carla, stand up.” Follwed by someone, somewhere would say, “She IS standing up.” But I gain my pleasure from the fact that I’m one of tall ones in my family.