They told me that my new boss was a “micro-manager” but when I started work at the laboratory conditions were very relaxed and no one criticized the details of what I did. In fact there didn’t seem to be a manager of any sort present in the workspace… Then I happened to glance through a microscope and saw him jumping about on the slide and tearing his hair out.
X MARKS THE SPOT
“Please come back to me!” pleaded the man.
But the woman merely wrote on a clipboard with a red pen. “I give the pimple on your nose six out of ten,” she said.
My Own Version of the annoying 1959 Sound of Music song by Rodgers and Hammerstein:
Dough, a loaf, an unbaked loaf,
Ray, a science fiction gun,
ME, a condition causing lethargy,
Far, a Fawcett without the rah,
So, a Peter Gabriel album,
Laa, a Teletubby cut in two,
T, a bone in a bluesy Walker,
That will bring us back to:
Dough, a loaf, an unbaked loaf…
Postmodern Mariner (21.11.2009)