Where’s The Panic Button When You Need It?

Note: This entry (as in most entries here) is not gonna make sense; so I suggest you go somewhere else. This is me expelling a few work related demons.

This thing has been bugging me for weeks. Since I arrived actually. And demmit, I need to come up with a solution soon. The big kahuna is here and he wants to hear what I have to say. And I have absolutely nothing to say. Shit, what do I say to whatsisface, well Boss, I’ve done the preliminaries but I’m still ruminating on whether we’re gonna do a phased implementation or do the usual fuck’em big bang theory. We could be really chicken-hearted about it and hide in the guise of prudence and calculated risks or we could spray everyone with our ideas and come out blindly with guns blazing, that way if we’re gonna burn, it’s going to be in a goddamn conflagration.

I can already see the crossed blonde brows of he-who-must-be-pleased.

“Well son, you don’t have a clue do you?”

“Uhm sir, that just about summarizes it.”

“I understand it can be difficult and it’s totally not your fault for being the nincompoop that you are.”

“Thank you kind sir, do you mind if I bash your face in before I submit my resignation?”

Nah, nothing as extreme as that. Though I would be chewing on my cuticles for a few hours everynight starting later until I solve this puzzle.

Here’s to a few more days of caffeine induced insomnia and irregular palpitations.