This is the second day in a row that we have scrubbed your mission before liftoff at 4:45 am due to a major error in loading your primary operating system. Today's error seems to be non-recoverable and we're starting to replace some major subsystems. You must stop abusing your peripherals.
Fighters were scrambled from two different Air force bases and your alarm clock was successfully destroyed before it could cause any more damage before 5:00 am. Who were you trying to kid? You didn't light a test light. No fog on the proverbial mirror. Give a controller a break. And don't try to lay this one off on CMHL's brilliant post yesterday. You were comatose before that post ever occurred.
While we're at it, your recent record of achievement has been terrible, horrible, zapufftekka. Have you paid any attention to the portfolio lately? No. Have you expanded the business? No. Increased revenue? No. Missed meetings? You bet. What have you been doing? Don't say a word. I'm going to tell you what you have been doing. You have been BLOGGING. Blog blog blog. And then you e mail everyone. All day long. I am not going to discuss some of the topics you have covered, we'll pretend I don't understand them. And where did this $600 bill for beer come from? We'd like to see you do something a little more constructive, like maybe going out and killing a mastadon, and putting some meat on the table already. Or drumming up a little advertising.
And finally, at the request of all of the other controllers, we're confiscating your IPOD. Most of the controllers that have to listen to you could handle your incessant humming. But when you started singing "Ode to Joy" in German...you can't carry a tune in a bucket, and I am not going to start retraining that many controllers. No more IPOD for you. No appeal. Now, either shape up, or out you go.
Now that my 'father' is gone, I was thinking about a plan for expanding our sexual horizons for tomorrow. Would anyone have any ideas about that?