Farmer John

The day has come, my friends. I am turning into my parents. I didn't even need to BECOME a parent to become MY parents. Its a sad sad day.

***picture it***

I am sitting in my cube minding my own business (read: eves dropping on M "training" someone on my team...who's been with the company now for errr 6 months), just doing my thing in excel, when suddenly this thought goes through my head:

"stop saying 'OK,' 'uh huh,' 'yeah' just do it"

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

flash back to Big John, "Garbanzo, don't say OK just DO IT!" Wow was that one of my least favorite lines. I mean, mainly because the obvious response to that phrase is "OK." To which the reply is "don't say OK just DO IT!" And it just goes on and on and eventually ends in a spanking.

But now, I get it. I am sorry dad. I'm sorry for just saying OK, I know, Yes, OK because the fact is, if I knew I would not have done the thing that you're mad about in the first place. The same is true, today in my office.

You would not be getting this training, sir, if you KNEW WHAT THE HELL YOU WERE DOING. So stop saying OK, just shut up and listen to what she is trying to tell you. She is trying to save your job, because although you are a sweet boy...you better believe that your ass would be out the door in a hot second if we weren't in this "trying economic environment" (hiring freeze) and we need someone to do the brainless work you (and I) were hired to do.

The good thing about this transition from Garbanzo the easy-going, cheerful, lovely young woman to Garbanzo the old wretch that knows it all is that IT'S ST. PATRICKS DAY and I'll probably have the opportunity to say "I'll give you a reason to cry" later on at the bars...and that was another Garbanzo family gem!!!!

Leprechauns and rainbows,
Garbz