I told the boss today that December will be my last month working here. He actually whimpered.
We bring you now to the Grand Saga of the Month of July. I'm wearing the velvety purple hat of the Master of Her Majesty's Billable Hours today and checking to make sure that everyone's keeping track of their time properly. When I got to the Junior Canadian Architect a few minutes ago, I couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be in denial of the existence of the month of July. June, yes, August, yes, but no July. I called him up and told him that the seventh month of the year is not optional, and would he please reinstate it? He called back a few minutes later and told me earnestly that the slight against July was purely unintentional, an unfortunate byproduct of his zeal for the month of August. If, he continued, July could be persuaded to come back, he would welcome it into his life with open arms. I made his request through the proper channels, and reported back to him that his beloved month was sorely tempted and would probably eventually succumb to temptation and return.
To return to less flowery language at this point, he looked quite relieved to hear that he could get his data back. Recreating an entire month's worth of billable hours from memory is not a task to be gladly anticipated (slight flowers there). I asked if his life had flashed before his eyes when he realized he'd erased it, and he nodded grimly. "I could see myself crawling," he said. "I don't know where, but I was crawling."Posted by dianna at August 5, 2005 03:02 PM