GiGi is now at Annushka's. Ralph's brother is a priest. He came today to give her last rites.
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Fireman Fred

The more I look at him, the more he reminds me of Barney Rubble. Honesttagahd.
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Ooooo That Smell
I made dinner for myself last night. I made dinner for myself tonight. Alert the media.
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And That's the Way It Goes
I go to work. I panic. Fred throws gasoline on the flames. Former True Boss tosses in the odd stick of kindling. The flames die down. I start to get work done. Fred comes by with the gas can. Former True Boss....well, you get the idea.
I'm exhausted. And most of the time, inexplicably, I want to cry.
I want to say to FF, "What? What? What is it that you want from me? Why have you made me terrified of sending out a memo? Why have you made a project that everybody knows will be late, expect will be late, doesn't care if it's late into something like launching the Mars lander? Why? Why?" And then I want to cry some more.
He told me this morning that I'm "responding well to coaching." I didn't sock him in the jaw, but I really, really, really wanted to.
1 comment:
FF is new, right? Maybe he feels he has to shake things up to prove how effective and necessary he is.
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