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In an act of full disclosure and transparency, I will state right here and now that today’s post has nothing to do with monkeys, short of a passing reference in the title and here in the lead.
I was just trying to get your attention and a fart delivered via the worldwide web is capable of living up to the sound, but not so much on the odoriferous emanations.
Now that we’ve gotten the issue of disclosure out of the way, let’s move on to whatever ugliness I have to offer in today’s post.
This morning I had the opportunity to practice my knot tying skills within managerial intestines when I fired off an email to three or four layers of management which reside above my pay grade. Did you see the blog title? There’s something they like to throw, and this case proved to all involved that the projectiles being indiscriminately tossed hit the oscillating fan with perfect timing and became a ubiquitous issue.
Heh, heh, heh…….and it wasn’t my fault.
Now granted, it’s my job to fix it. The benefit here is that I know how. I’ve done it before and I can do it again. I’m just one of the trained [insert blog title here] who only has to push the buttons without having to make the decisions.
Over the next few weeks while I work to resolve the issue, I’ll find myself somewhere between assholes and elbows deep in management while it’s participants beckon to me for various reports or status updates on what’s going on. While the entire premise possesses the potential to tie up my own colon with a managerial blockage, I will derive great schadenfreude knowing the entire issue is making them twitch.
Here’s to life in a cube.
