Justin surprised me last night with a romantic evening full of flowers and tiny chocolate Lindt bunnies and delicious dinner from Whole Foods. Sweet. A lovely thing to come home to after a long day of work and class. He’s still not feeling entirely well, but at least he went to the doctor today and got medicine, and she said he’s well enough to get his gum surgery tomorrow, so that’s on. Relief.
If wishes were pirates, then a big, hairy pirate would probably swashbuckle his way over my cubicle wall to the adjoining cubicle and say:
“Arr! Ye be talking constantly on the phone, loudly, see? And it’s disturbin’ yer crewmates. And none of yer senseless jabberin’ be work-related, so stuff a moldy rag in yer pipe-hole and stop lollygaggin’ about, ye scurvy dog! A dozen calls to the residence office at yer son’s college asking how to fill out their online forms, or to hostels for price comparisons, or to yer dear ol’ Mum, ain’t appropriate behaviour when yer gettin’ paid loads of loot to swab the decks. Get back to yer post, or you’ll walk the plank!”
Except wishes *aren’t* pirates. So I guess my coworker will just persist in getting paid way more than me and making about a zillion personal calls a day. My thinking? If corporate America can adopt Japanese management principles to increase productivity, why can’t corporate Canada adopt Piratical management principles to increase productivity? Yes? Yes.