Moving Up?
During my stupid weekly status meeting with my Fatty Boss (aka PuiZ), he threw his weight around again (definitely not a problem for him). Questioning about delays and lack of progress (with the exception of the ad hoc stuff he asked us to do-- as if that wasn't enough a distrubance). And so, he displayed his enlightened leadership again by appointing me Project Manager of the non-existent project. Well, it was HIS job to begin with. So now, he can be an imaginary Project Director. If you can't get to the position in real life, you can consider using this role-playing method for your own simulated hegemony.
In a nutshell, I'm the slave driver and also the slave.
I'm the bullock and also the farmer holding the whip.
I'm riding myself.
Such a mystery right? You want things to get done, but you think that they happen from cheap talk and require no time. Snap out of it. Get real.
In a nutshell, I'm the slave driver and also the slave.
I'm the bullock and also the farmer holding the whip.
I'm riding myself.
Such a mystery right? You want things to get done, but you think that they happen from cheap talk and require no time. Snap out of it. Get real.
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Now that sentence put me through a fit of laughter. :D Cheeky~
That's the mystery lo. Hehe.
@Kris:
He'll tell others that HE did the work.
@JJ:
He's a fat bastard. It will only prolong my pain.
@TZ:
Why need him? :P
@Evann:
Thought of "something" else? Hmmm... :P