Friday, October 21, 2005
Upside Down Day
Know-it-all Ramsey from Advertising spouts, "Hardly a new thing.
Numerous European precedents. Even in Russia, they had days where nobles
served the peasants. And they all ended up in a democracy of inebration!"
As a middle manager, he shifts neither up or down, but floats with the rest
of them like suet.
Anyway, Malcolm the mail boy becomes CEO and yells and shakes so much
in his nerves that he totally pisses the real CEO, who maintains coldly,
"That's too much of an exaggeration. I don't scream like that!"
Hairy Al admonishes the great man about knowing his place, if only for the day, and
sends him for coffee.
As to Malcolm, he has burst into tears, and is being comforted by Lucille,
vice president as is Al, now breaking into the liquor cabinet.
After pouring a half tumbler of single malt Scotch into Malcolm, Al shakes
him roughly. "Buck up! You're our boss! We depend on you!"
Lucille says they should really do something, and Al finds a big deal on the computer.
She has to take his chair, his fingers too large for the keyboard. "Looks like they
closed on this one," she chortles, "Trans-Allied Industries! Oh mama!"
With their coaching, half drunken Malcolm phones to cancel the contract.
"He's in Japan? Well you reach him, lady! And tell him we don't do no business
with with with..."
"Cut-throats!" Al offers.
"Yeah, cut-throats no more!"
When the CEO gets back with coffee, Malcolm dispatches him to take sandwich orders on
the factory floor. "And don't take so long about everything!"
He thereupon falls asleep as the other conspirators finish the Scotch. "Are we in trouble
over this?" asks Lucille.
"Nah, they'll just schmooze and bribe their way out!"
Know-it-all Ramsey from Advertising spouts, "Hardly a new thing.
Numerous European precedents. Even in Russia, they had days where nobles
served the peasants. And they all ended up in a democracy of inebration!"
As a middle manager, he shifts neither up or down, but floats with the rest
of them like suet.
Anyway, Malcolm the mail boy becomes CEO and yells and shakes so much
in his nerves that he totally pisses the real CEO, who maintains coldly,
"That's too much of an exaggeration. I don't scream like that!"
Hairy Al admonishes the great man about knowing his place, if only for the day, and
sends him for coffee.
As to Malcolm, he has burst into tears, and is being comforted by Lucille,
vice president as is Al, now breaking into the liquor cabinet.
After pouring a half tumbler of single malt Scotch into Malcolm, Al shakes
him roughly. "Buck up! You're our boss! We depend on you!"
Lucille says they should really do something, and Al finds a big deal on the computer.
She has to take his chair, his fingers too large for the keyboard. "Looks like they
closed on this one," she chortles, "Trans-Allied Industries! Oh mama!"
With their coaching, half drunken Malcolm phones to cancel the contract.
"He's in Japan? Well you reach him, lady! And tell him we don't do no business
with with with..."
"Cut-throats!" Al offers.
"Yeah, cut-throats no more!"
When the CEO gets back with coffee, Malcolm dispatches him to take sandwich orders on
the factory floor. "And don't take so long about everything!"
He thereupon falls asleep as the other conspirators finish the Scotch. "Are we in trouble
over this?" asks Lucille.
"Nah, they'll just schmooze and bribe their way out!"
