Because that’s the kind of team we are!Īnd speaking of solidarity, on Wednesday night I attended a meeting by the organizers of the Women’s March on NYC, to make some decisions regarding life beyond the rally. With her still nodding I suggested she would turn, after shouting “my lord woman, what have you done,” go get our millennial, and together we would devise a plan to dispose of the body. “You would think I’d finally done it.” She grinned and nodded. “I hope no one comes in now, because they’ll think I’ve killed you,” I said. I hovered over him then glanced at the door that I always close behind me when I’m in his office, because we often disagree, loudly. He was laying practically splat on the floor behind his big imposing desk, concentrating on an area under the side desk.
“Have you thought about how you’re going to get up,” I mused, but I don’t know if he heard me. Buzz crawled on the floor as I suggested that maybe my slighter build and two working eyes would be more useful. The next day, when his ringtone had returned to the better suited “Jump,” as I sat across from him in his office while he fiddled with his hearing aid, the battery flew up and dropped on the floor, somewhere. I never know though which one he is going to present as his own idea. For some strange reason, on this day he had changed his usual ringtone, Van Halen’s “Jump” to that Hall and Oates ditty, “You Make My Dreams Come True.” It was just oddly optimistic of him, particularly since he spent the majority of two hours bursting every bubble I had brought back with me. And mind you he’s one of those guys who has to have his phone on at all times because god forbid he misses a call just because he’s in a pesky meeting in which we are reporting on our recent trip to New Orleans and what we learned at the conference. He likes it.īut oh, how he loves to argue every point and you just want to bop him upside the head. Curmudgeon and stuck a big yellow smiley face on his office door. My boss, whom we will refer to as Buzz, for obvious reasons, is a real Debbie Downer, a Negative Nancy, a Doubting Thomas, and one big buzz kill, ergo, his new moniker (he’s also a bit of a Nosy Parker).
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