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Thursday, December 20, 2001

W.O.B.C.O. - the Movie
Scene: the Boss' office. The Boss is a woman who bears a striking resemblance to the Wicked Witch. She's looking stern as Our Hero walks in and closes the door behind her.
Our Hero: Look, about this morning -
The Boss: (holds up a hand) I don't want to hear it. (Stands up, starts to pace as OH stands before the desk.) I mean, didn't we teach you anything? You just can't be that irresponsible with a vacuum cleaner. There are innocent people out there. People we're here to clean for. It's a responsibility. After what happened, can you honestly say that you're worthy of that responsibility?
Our Hero: (staring straight ahead, hands gripped behind her) M'am, I thought I saw a cobweb. I'd swear it was there.
The Boss: (shaking head as she sits down again) And yet three separate witnesses all claim not to have seen it.
Our Hero: I'm a trained cleaner, M'am. It's my job to see dirt others don't.
The Boss heaves a deep sigh.
The Boss: Yes, well, until all this business is cleared up, I think it would be best if you took a break.
For the first time, Our Hero's composure breaks. Her eyes widen slightly, maybe in concern, maybe in surprise.
Our Hero: You can't mean -
The Boss: (holding out her hand) Your keys and your gloves, Cleaner. Our Hero doesn't move, paralysed. I said, your keys and your gloves!
Moving in painful slow-motion, Our Hero pulls a ring of keys from her pocket, unclips their chain from her belt and drops them into The Boss' hand. Even more slowly, she reaches behind her, pulls a pair of purple rubber gloves from her back pocket. She weighs them in her hand, and then, reluctantly, holds them out.
Our Hero: (as the Boss puts keys and gloves into a drawer) Something's going on, here. I'm going to find out what, and prove to you that I'm right.
The Boss: (sternly) Just don't go cleaning anything, all right?

(Only two more days of wobco cleaning duty. I think that's a very good thing.)

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