(Russell Hansen and Sally Morris
were classmates in the university, and they got graduated
last year. They are currently working in different companies.
Tonight, they want to have dinner together, but Russell is
late.)
Sally:
Hello Russell. What took you so long?
Russell:
I'm really pissed
off by
that
pointy-haired wrinkle-sac.
He is driving me nuts. Someday
when the worm turns, I'll definitely
give him a hard time.
Sally:
What's happened?
Russell:
This morning, I arrived at the office pretty early. It
wasn't the office time yet, so I wasn't in a hurry to
finish my
brekkie. Then while I was having
my coffee and sanger, and surfing
on the Internet, my boss came in the office and saw me enjoying
my relaxing brekkie time. Then he said, "Am I at
the wrong place? It's an office, not a cafeteria, isn't it?
Mr. Hansen, you are not hired to google around, and make
no contribution to the company! Don't be a lazy slacker.
Go and check your schedule for today, and don't forget who
paid the coffee and the sanger!" After he finished,
I peeked at
the clock on the wall. It was a quarter
to 8. "What a jerk",
I said to myself.
Sally:
Yeah, and how could he even say that "don't
forget who paid the coffee and the sanger"? You paid,
of course. You earned them. What a jerk,
indeed!
Russell:
And then in the afternoon, he did that again, that annoying
behaviour! He stood at his office door and whistled to summon some
of the staffs, including me. What was he thinking of us? Tail-wagging
puppies!? Then, why not play throw-and-catch?
Sally:
So, that's what delayed your leaving the office.
Russell:
No, just a few minutes before I could leave, I was called
upon to his office. And guess what I was asked to do this
time. He asked me to walk his sharpei.
That wrinkle-skinned creature seemed to have endless wee-wee,
just like its owner.
Sally:
Poor you. It seems we've got the same problem. My boss is
the most anal-compulsive person
I've ever met. He picks up every detail in the reports I
gave him. He once asked me to do a report all over again
just because he was not in favour of the colour of the papers!
Russell:
What was the colour?
Sally:
White, of course! But he just thought it's not white enough.
Russell:
Maybe you should use bleach next time.
Sally:
Yeah, I'll do that. And my boss had a toilet in his own
office because he thought it's hideous to
share toilet bowls with others.
Then there's one time, I was called to his office, so I got
a pen and note papers, then went immediately, then I knocked
on the door, and he yelled, "Come in",
as if I was thousand miles away. Then when I got in, he
was in the toilet with the door ajar.
I didn't see him, but I could tell he was having
number two.
Then he said "Ms. Morris, could
you type out a letter to my son in abroad? I'm quite busy
now."
Russell:
Gosh, what's wrong with him? He couldn't care any less about
others. That's hideous!
Sally:
Well, our office life is really exciting!
Russell:
Yeah, let's think about selling our stories to soap opera
producers.