The Sound You Hear
Wait, what is that sound? Muted yet distinct. Gentle yet forceful. Repetitive percussion, steady like a metronome.
Oh, yes. Well then. That’s the sound of my forehead upon my work desk. The press board laminate feels so cool against my fevered face.
The rhythmic thumping hurts, only a little, just enough to help take my mind off the other pain. The other agony.
Maybe I’ll intersperse some groaning in there in syncopated time. Yes, that might be symphonic. Soothing. Calming.
This skull produced tintinnabulation* began just about five minutes ago. Yes, that was it. Just when my boss left my office.
Ah yes. The boss.
He’s acting a little wacky lately. Too long a story to type up here, but he’s very much trying to garner the favor of his own boss. He’s living in the US for six months and so I believe he’s decided that for the entirety of those six months he is going to tap dance upon my neck, which may delight the Big Boss and make him clap like a toddler child over a tambourine monkey.
“Do it again! hee hee!”
We’re one and a half months into this polka and I’m not having nearly as much fun as he is.
We got into a little spat earlier about a slide deck he wants my team to create for him to deliver to the Big Boss. My Boss started weaving this storyline of what he wants this deck to do, to say, to mean.
According to the line of reasoning of what he wants, my team is to deliver a PowerPoint deck that will cure hunger, give everyone in the room a mani-pedi, and make a sandwich.
It should be that magic.
It will have pie charts more delectable than a whip cream festooned holiday pie made up of metrics we do not have.
It will show graphs with upward shooting trend lines representing successes we did not achieve.
It will have strong bullets saying profound things in only six words per line and six bullets per page.
Or better yet, tarted up with graphics like puzzle pieces forming an interlocking circle, or arrows that grow from small to big across the page. Oh! Be sure to add in lots of those fun little transitions like bullets flying in from the left side and spinning objects.
Yes, make me a deck that would take a professional slide deck maker a week working full time, do this while still doing all your other work and quit bitching about it.
Oh, and can you have it on my desk by December 1.
Yeah. *thump, thump, thump*
* Gotta love thesaurus.com
Image from Sara is Reading What blog
All transitions and clip art should be outlawed.
I second that emotion.