Happy St Patty's Day, the holiday for puking leprechauns
Serious business: do I waste invest $10 buying a Lil' Brudder closeout T-shirt? Or do I resist the urge?
Normally this is the point that I need to get off the interwebs and do something constructive, but I seem to have caught the cold that is going around the office, so the interwebs is about all the activity I want for today.
In other news, last weekend I karaoked, played Good Friend to the Rescue ("Being the Responsible Party at Parties since 1998") and then on Sunday went with Micki to see Snow Patrol, who were quite remarkably awesome.
I also procured Police reunion tour tickets for Houston in June, even though the Police will probably get together and do another "final tour" at least five times in the future, a la Barbara Streisand and The Eagles, and charge increasingly phenomenal amounts for tickets each time. Whatev, I'm still excited even though the seats are going to suck and probably feature "partially obstructed view" or some such.
And now for something completely different: A Cow-Orker Story!
About a month ago, one of my bosses (the COO) quit. I don't think I ever mentioned it here. Overall it was a departure that attempted to be amicable but ended with some bitterness on both sides.
But that's not the point. The point is, we'll now refer to my boss as the Boss, and my old boss as Ex-Boss.
So a couple of weeks ago, while my Boss was out of town, the Cow-Orker calls up.
"So, I hear that Ex-Boss quit!" she said, launching into the gossip as soon as I said hello.
"Uh, yeah," I said, "He needed a change of pace."
"Oh really!" she chirped vacuously. "Well, I was wondering... is his position open?"
"Um, well, I don't really know the status of Ex-Boss' position is. I'm not privy to personnel information."
"Oh okay. I thought I would ask because, well, I really liked working with you guys, and if his position is open, I'd really like to talk to the Boss and apply!"
There was a very pregnant pause, and I tried my best to keep it from giving birth to an astonished, What the HELL? The position in question is Chief. Operations. Officer. I mean, is she SERIOUS?
"Really?" I said.
"Sure! I loved working over there and I'd go back in a heartbeat! The only reason I quit is because I wasn't making enough money. I mean, I'm making good money here, but if Ex-Boss' position paid a little more I'd love to come back."
"Oh," I said, stifling a laugh, "I really don't know anything, but I'll be sure to tell the Boss that you called, and maybe if he's interested he can get in touch..."
"Thanks, that would be great!" She gave me her phone numbers and I dutifully jotted them down. Then I hung up on her and dashed out to share the story with the rest of the office.
"She's really stupid, isn't she?" remarked our Production Lackey.
I think that just about sums it up.
As icing on the cake, she called back this week -- twice! -- whilst the Boss and myself were both out of the office. She repeated the same story on the phone to our Production Artist, with the added embellishment that I had promised to "give her a call" and let her know the status of the position and when she could drop by and apply.
"No way!" I said to the Boss when we heard this addition to the COCO (Chief Operations Cow-Orker) story. "I told her I would let you know that she called. Which I did, albeit probably not in the way she had in mind. But anyway, I fulfilled my end of the bargain!"
And indeed, I have a clear, highly amused conscience.
Normally this is the point that I need to get off the interwebs and do something constructive, but I seem to have caught the cold that is going around the office, so the interwebs is about all the activity I want for today.
In other news, last weekend I karaoked, played Good Friend to the Rescue ("Being the Responsible Party at Parties since 1998") and then on Sunday went with Micki to see Snow Patrol, who were quite remarkably awesome.
I also procured Police reunion tour tickets for Houston in June, even though the Police will probably get together and do another "final tour" at least five times in the future, a la Barbara Streisand and The Eagles, and charge increasingly phenomenal amounts for tickets each time. Whatev, I'm still excited even though the seats are going to suck and probably feature "partially obstructed view" or some such.
And now for something completely different: A Cow-Orker Story!
About a month ago, one of my bosses (the COO) quit. I don't think I ever mentioned it here. Overall it was a departure that attempted to be amicable but ended with some bitterness on both sides.
But that's not the point. The point is, we'll now refer to my boss as the Boss, and my old boss as Ex-Boss.
So a couple of weeks ago, while my Boss was out of town, the Cow-Orker calls up.
"So, I hear that Ex-Boss quit!" she said, launching into the gossip as soon as I said hello.
"Uh, yeah," I said, "He needed a change of pace."
"Oh really!" she chirped vacuously. "Well, I was wondering... is his position open?"
"Um, well, I don't really know the status of Ex-Boss' position is. I'm not privy to personnel information."
"Oh okay. I thought I would ask because, well, I really liked working with you guys, and if his position is open, I'd really like to talk to the Boss and apply!"
There was a very pregnant pause, and I tried my best to keep it from giving birth to an astonished, What the HELL? The position in question is Chief. Operations. Officer. I mean, is she SERIOUS?
"Really?" I said.
"Sure! I loved working over there and I'd go back in a heartbeat! The only reason I quit is because I wasn't making enough money. I mean, I'm making good money here, but if Ex-Boss' position paid a little more I'd love to come back."
"Oh," I said, stifling a laugh, "I really don't know anything, but I'll be sure to tell the Boss that you called, and maybe if he's interested he can get in touch..."
"Thanks, that would be great!" She gave me her phone numbers and I dutifully jotted them down. Then I hung up on her and dashed out to share the story with the rest of the office.
"She's really stupid, isn't she?" remarked our Production Lackey.
I think that just about sums it up.
As icing on the cake, she called back this week -- twice! -- whilst the Boss and myself were both out of the office. She repeated the same story on the phone to our Production Artist, with the added embellishment that I had promised to "give her a call" and let her know the status of the position and when she could drop by and apply.
"No way!" I said to the Boss when we heard this addition to the COCO (Chief Operations Cow-Orker) story. "I told her I would let you know that she called. Which I did, albeit probably not in the way she had in mind. But anyway, I fulfilled my end of the bargain!"
And indeed, I have a clear, highly amused conscience.