"I've made a decision," I say as we take our places around the table in the Conference Room.My fellow meeting attendees glance at each other with an air of trepidation. My reputation, I fear, has gone before me.
"I fear my reputation has gone before me," I reassure them. I am not sure if this has had any effect. Indeed, one or two are already squirming in their seats. Perhaps the low voltage might have been a mistake.
"Instead of threatening you all with painful death and a lonely grave in the car park as punishment for these long, boring meetings..."
For indeed, the headcount has dropped in recent months in direct proportion to the rise in the number of speed bumps on the road outside.
"... I shall instead be rewarding good performance, concise meeting contributions and short skirts. With cake. And actual money. Actual CASH money."
I smile.
My biggest, friendliest funnest, so-damn-pleased-to-be-your-boss-and-best-pal-ever smile.
Colleagues huddle together in fear.
"You... you... look just like The Joker."
*SPANG*
Too bad. They blew it.
9 comments:
Balancing the Ledgers, then.
*perhaps that's an Australian reference.
I think I would have been scared too. It sounds too good to be true.
A little power is a dangerous thing.
Somebody needs a holiday...
Pseudonymph - perhaps, but one understood around the world.
Please tell me that at least ONE other person got my reference.
You might regret that when Fat Keith from Accounts turns up in his leather mini skirt at the next meeting
Yeah, I got it.
Reference duly gotten and ROFL'd at.
You don't look like The Joker, Scary. You don't wear nearly that much make-up.
*SPANG*
Yep, ROFL'd and Pseudonphs reference.
As long as you're Psycho-Joker and not like the camp one from the 60's.
Stuff the coat I'm runninglike Hell before the ...
"SPANG"
F**k!
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