Starbuck's Day
From my alarm's first beckoning
until that first Venti Columbian at Starbuck's,
I knew the day could be filled with stress.
There was an endless Leadership Staff
meeting where Hanrahan imposed his
histrionic will on all the less gifted there.
Basically, everyone.
Hanrahan saw to it that leadership staff
only addressed 4 of the 13
items on the agenda.
Perhaps because the final 5 items
on that agenda had to do with
improprieties in Hanrahan's work group!
I survived the morning to woof down
a deli sandwich and another
Venti Columbian Starbuck's. (Two bad
accidents at intersections on
the way to the deli.) They skimped
on the spicy mayo! I ate it anyway,
hearing echoes of Hanrahan advising
everyone to watch the Democratic debate.
"We need Hillary or Bernie, people!"
And me, a registered Republican. I'd rather
visit those two in a federal lockup
than hurl watching them lie on CNN.
"About votes and legalizing 'hippy lettuce'
I surmised.
Returning to work I was summoned to
the HR office. "Could you and Brandt
help with Vista Team for a while?"
Hanrahan was being terminated as
we spoke. "Be glad to help with Vista
Team, folks. I might even watch the
Democratic debate tonight!"
Hanrahan will have plenty of time to.
If I had been a Liberal about them I could
have begged, "My kingdom for a Xanax."
But, I am saved. Brandt is heading to the
deli for a late lunch. I give him a sawbuck,
tell him to have a sandwich, and P_L_E_A_S_E,
bring a Venti Columbian Starbuck's, dark and rich.
Just another day in the trenches.
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2016
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