I just got back from a meeting with my section; a meeting that was hosted by both my manager and supervisor. This ‘meeting’ lasted 40 or so minutes, about 30 minutes longer than any reasonable person would have needed to hand out and skim through the 5 page point form document. Let’s just say there was enough ‘dead air’ to fill the Grand Canyon and all we got out of it was a cold fruit juice and some chocolate cookies. It totally felt like neither my manager nor supervisor really has a clue what is going on in this section. In fact, sometime in the next two weeks, my supervisor will be meeting with each one of us to find out what we do. Being in charge of the section, one would assume that they should already know what we do.
After a spell of dead air the administration people were banished from the room so the analysts could get down to the real work (I hope the sarcasm is coming through because I’m laying it on pretty thick). Anyhow, after being exiled and while we were treading down the walk of shame back to our office, Fuzzyhead says to us, “there is one hour of my life I would like to get back”. Well said Fuzzyhead, well said.
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The internal thoughts of Mr. Fuzzyhead will always have a place here....well said *applause*
I love Fuzzyhead!
Fuzzyhead and Stinky T, sitting in a tree!
Heeeeeeeeee!!!!
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