Remember: The Meek Won't Inherit Shit!!!!
"Do you know why we called you in here today Mr...." and she pauses to consult some paperwork, looks puzzled and confers with the Assistant mgr. Who whispers something back. She whispers again. I sit at the other end of the table in the conference room. My eyes ache and theres that horrible sharp clarity that comes with serotonin depravation that produces visions of hell or voices that say "Burn-Rob-Burn". I have a hangover that feels like a family of Yeti's have decided to use my skull as a sex toy. The two managers at the end of the table sit in front of a white board with scribbled codes and numbers written in bright red marker behind them.Sunlight filters through between us cloaking them in shadows lending them quite a dramatic air, second hand on the clock ticking loudly into my hangover. Finally one of them figures it out.
"Ahhh. Sorry. Mr.M_____" She says with a sense of mock apology.
"No" I say calmly.
"Your names not Robert M_____."
"It is. I was answering your question. I don't know why you called me in here."
'Someone must have been telling lies about Francis K.'- I think to myself. Well here we go again.
"OH. Ummm...It's regarding your time actually."
" I like to think of it as 'OUR' time ma'am" I say smuggly qouting my last manager, who after giving us a lecture on 'Teamwork' and 'Sticking together' bolted the moment his headhunter was able to squeeze a few extra dollars somewhere out there in the wilds of the Bush economy. She visibly recoils when she hears the qoute. God even I can see why I bug people so much.
"Yes. Right. 'Our time'. You see you've been getting in at 8 to 8:30 these last few weeks."
"Uh-huh.."
"And well your scheduled to work from nine to..."
"5:30" the assistant mgr finishes. Well I don't know about you, but i'm sure glad he was here to clear that up.
"Okay, I'll bite. So what's the problem then?"
"Your showing up early."
"And..."
"And your not working your scheduled hours. Your working early..."
"This is why you called me in here?Because i've been showing up EARLY for work?" There are a lot of colorful terms I wanted to use. Alas I'm not as bold in real life as I am in LJ-LJ-Land.
"Well it's that you have a schedule to follow..."
And so it went. The two of us going back and forth like two beetles wrestling each other with each others mandibles locked, scuttling forward, scuttling back, neither one winning- neither one losing. Finally an hour of this crap later and i'm back here manning my
cube. Because i'm apparently the last man in Atlanta to not own a car and hence I suffer the whims of the MARTA schedule they decided to be a little lenient. It's lunch now for me. A little protein might run some interference against my headache. Anyway back to our regularly scheduled programming...
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