Another Friday at the office...
My day began a tad slower. Hopped out of bed sort of later than usual, 'bout 7:30ish sort of. Pick out some clothes: Dark khakis, blue and purple stripped dress shirt, black blazer, belt. Weather was a tad chilly. Traffic was the usual morning Chicago hustle. Got in the office at 8. Ross my boss was out again (he's been gone all week). Sat in my cubicle and started the day off with a bottle of Dr. Pepper.
We had a little party downstairs in one of the conference rooms, some guy's 30th year anniversary. Had some cake.
The rest of the day was work. We needed our Independant Aftermarket Remanufactured Pumps sorted for quality. We had some grunts working in the warehouse doing it. Slow incompentant types. I had to run to the factory 4 times to check on progress. They're temp help we hired in to get this done.
Office Conversation
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Mike from Planning: We're the golden goose, they can't fuck the golden goose.
Me from Marketing: ...the hell!?
Mike from Marketing: The golden goose? What the fuck is the golden goose?
(Later...)
Guy from sales: Well, we should be fine, we're the golden goose.
Mike from Marketing: Where the hell are we getting this golden goose shit?
We had a little party downstairs in one of the conference rooms, some guy's 30th year anniversary. Had some cake.
The rest of the day was work. We needed our Independant Aftermarket Remanufactured Pumps sorted for quality. We had some grunts working in the warehouse doing it. Slow incompentant types. I had to run to the factory 4 times to check on progress. They're temp help we hired in to get this done.
Office Conversation
==============================
Mike from Planning: We're the golden goose, they can't fuck the golden goose.
Me from Marketing: ...the hell!?
Mike from Marketing: The golden goose? What the fuck is the golden goose?
(Later...)
Guy from sales: Well, we should be fine, we're the golden goose.
Mike from Marketing: Where the hell are we getting this golden goose shit?