My patience that is.
It transpires that we are to be paid a visit from the head of our Big Christian Charity on Thursday. People, you would think Jesus himself was coming (again). Apparently the Rapture will be preceded by freak-outs, tantrums and urgent directives to Make Neat! Make Neat! and hide any non-approved items/office equipment/ideas.
In all seriousness, a manager from down the hall just walked in and wondered if we should take down a couple of the framed prints that are in this office. Too many $20 framed posters of Aegean seascapes (with whitewashed church and potted geraniums) equals decadence and a disregard for the Bible, I guess.
Were I a praying man, I'd be praying for strength right now.
5 comments:
Oh, Lord have mercy!
You may not be a praying man, but your a drinking one, so get to it!
Sweet Bjesus...if you ask the World Youth Day organisers you may be able to borrow a papil flag ;)
One supposes you've put the porn away, haven't you?
Thanks Peener, note to self!
My mum workd for Family and Community services, and the same thing happens every time the minister pays a visit. But mum thinks that the point of the ministerial visit is to show them how things really work, how overworked and underfunded everyone is.
Hide the porn, but remember that a tidy desk is the sign of something you don't want anyone to know about....
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