Chuck Barren: Administrative Assistant

I brought my work home with me last night. It had to be done. I am falling behind and doing terrible things. Yesterday, I ripped up three FedEx packages and just pitched them in the trash. The day before, I lost my temper on the phone. The woman on the other end burst out into tears, and all she wanted was some staples.

It's only a matter of time before someone catches my unprofessional approach. To stop this downward slide, I've decide to take matters in my own hands. I have to stop myself from such corporate malfeasance. My special shirt should do the trick. I took a magic black marker and gave myself a promotion. While wearing the tee under my dress shirt, I just feel....invincible. Now, when someone yells at me, or tells me to get coffee I can smile on the inside, because I know who is in charge. Who is the boss? I'm the boss. Somehow, the shirt gives me administrative powers I've never had before...I can see budgets.

Posted by Monkeyspit at March 25, 2004 10:53 AM


Isnt it time that we get these fat cats to face the music? They give us humans a bad name, money is more important than life itself. We need a revolution of the silent majority-the masses of people who actually want a clean world to live in. If you're going to eat a fish wouldn't it be nice to know it was clean-the way Nature intended?

Posted by: Ja S at March 25, 2004 6:39 PM

Damn, that's funny - can you produce for me a T-shirt and subsequent identity and aura for an SEC official?

Posted by: Bobby at March 28, 2004 9:03 AM

Would it say something like:

Comment Letter Maven?

Posted by: Pernicious at April 4, 2004 4:55 PM
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