It was getting late, and we were getting tired. The conveyor had been down for three hours at that point, and nobody was quite sure why. Plant personnel were running around with brooms like the last line of defense against an army of dust bunnies. All of the managers had been called in from home, and they were none too happy.
My co-worker and I sat and watched the maelstrom swirl around us. We were there for some testing, and we couldn't do anything until the conveyor was running again.
The plant manager, short and burly, burst through a nearby door, broomstick in hand. He glanced around a few seconds before his eyes fell upon us. The urgent look fell from his face, and he shuffled over to us.
Taking a page out of some new-age manager handbook, he said, "In case you haven't noticed, guys, the conveyor's down, and we need everybody helping out. So, grab a broom and let's get busy!"
He took a few steps, then turned back to us. We hadn't moved an inch. A demon began to take over; his eyes burned, his skin turned deep red, and his voice became an other-worldly bark.
"LET'S GET BUSY!"
My colleague, sixty-plus and non-plussed, replied, "We don't work for you."
Magic words I need to remember. The demon disposessed, the blood drained, and the he managed to crack a smile. "Oh. Who are you guys with?"
My partner explained the situation. The manager apologized and hurried off.
Like I said before, I don't plan on becoming a manager any time soon. But, when I do, please shoot me if I ever say, "Let's get busy" as a motivational statement.
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Something I just noticed.
I have 7 wonderful ladies on my friends list. (And
pi216, you
make me wonder sometimes.)
theferrett has 248 friends. Let's assume half of them are female - 124 ladies. He has
31 crushes, making the female portion of his list 25% crushes.
Of this 31, three of his crushes are on my friends list. This makes 43% of my ladyfriends list Ferrett-Humpable.
If Ferrett's friends list and sense of attraction are at all meaningful, then-
Implication: I have a hot friends list.
Corollary: He's selling the rest of my list short.
Yeah, that sounds about right.