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Management asked if I could evaluate one of the employees, and as that happens to be within my noted abilities and well within the scope of the hotel's agenda,
I concurred with the specific understanding that arrangements for the immediate assessment will be determined by me congruous to management specifications.
Derek's a year older and by the way, all union workers but me, including Jane, are older than me, including Jane by two years.
I advised Derek to play the gender card by taking control of the copy machine and be consciously aware of that nasty ink bottle's habit of coloring unwary hands, thus allowing the woman at the front desk to maintain their prim-n-proper selves.
At the end of that exchange that day, I concluded by asking him if his hockey team won.
He said he didn't watch the game. Derek, for the past few minutes, while I dealt with this dew-hickey, I told you of the game's highlights in blow-by-blow sorts.
That would have garnered a choice, even if your team was neither certainly one would have a Canuck like you.
I didn't watch the game either, I just read an article that highlighted the game, and fresh in my mind reasoned my call to you to go to the back office and wait for me by the copier.
I have a good charade
I can make a step from a stumble
No need to be afraid
Here in the human jungle
When you’ve a good charade
If you’ve a good charade
The tigers will not pounce on you
If you’re camouflaged
The gorillas will not pound on you
If they think you’re a god
You know, a good charade
I have a good charade
I can make a scream sound musical
Learning to make the grade
Here in the giant cubicle
It’s all a good charade
A really good charade
The paperweight is a pacemaker
The conference call, traffic for drugs
The copier is life-support
Lord, let me never be unplugged
And never let them debug
My sweet charade
It’d be a pity to debug
Such a good charade.
I met with Mr. Eastwood for the first time with both of us, and I know he's savvy about people's character.
I would rate Clint as, par for the course as Pebble Beach is noted for, in due part to Bing Crosby's efforts, whereto the family carried the banner until AT&T, went the distance.
Clint was good, but he had an Ace, plain Joe-Clint ... had plain-Jane, along with her many SF Bay Airian invitees--zich hile, Mata Hari.
Where's William, Clint asks? (abrupts Derek's notable timing) Oh, you met William, he's like that pineapple they've invented across the bay.
It's not called that, besides, I heard you got fired. Reprimanded Jayney. William doesn't fire, yeah a reprimand would be in order, a character like you. Well, it wasn't him, it was Mr Lars. I knew it, William never fired anybody.
I agree Jane. Mr. Eastwood, William has a way of teaching somebody like throwing a curve ball. What do you mean by that, curve ball?
Well, he talked about the last hockey game's final scoring played out, while teaching me how to change the ink in our large front office machine--the hockey game lost to the copier.
I told Jane since she's no longer with us and I don't think Derek will happen this way again, especially since he'll be moving to L.A. soon.
I told him that day of the copier, that he'll be going places as his attentions were on the copier and that the hockey game had lost its purpose.
He asked me what I implied by that, and I told him of my desire to wedge his conscience and that he still is shy of the mark, he asked what mark?
I told him that the game was the ploy I tried to use and that I realized ... at the very end that your closing arguments made it clear that there's a part of you that needs tweaking.
You have a very high confidence level. The wedge, between the game and the copier, you have a knack for maneuvering your abilities based on optimum standards, thereby generating your preferred standards.
You chose to ignore the game, whereto, you enlightened that fact in the end, and chose the copier increasing your odds.
Now I have told you a method that can assure yourself a better you, which I have made that is my life purpose in the walk of life.
Find your steps, Derek.
The other boy works in housekeeping. He's an all-around good kid and a friend of Derek's and it's their days off.
I don't work by the clock as a salary worker but I do have a corporate lead coming in that Saturday the night of the gala event.
NATO
The secretary general of NATO is a Norwegian
and as most Norwegian's pro-American
and probably selected for his fidelity
He is a tall thin man, likes to run in the woods
and has been observed saluting them while talking
to his elbow
still wearing his confirmation suit which he has
grown out of, he must be a frugal type
at conferences his eyes darts around like a rabbit
caught in the headlight of a car
on these occasions, he has been seen talking to
probably sending a message to his office staff not
to forget turning off the copier
NATO is a strange outfit, the idea was a defense
against an enemy people were too polite to mention
I will go out on a lam and guess it was the Russians
funny thing the way we think of Russia, nation
feared by Europeans despite the fact she saved
Europe getting rid of the Nazis.
I've been told NATO, has 35 generals who look
splendidly uniformed at glittering parties
we know, read between the lines, NATO is
a sub diary of the USA, that has transformed
the outfit into a reserve army, bombing places
like Kosovo, Libya, and other targets in
the name of democracy which translate into
a client state, with cheap oil and corrupt leaders
the secretary general is often appears in
Norwegian news paper about his importance
and help to secure a sense of being among
among the big boys of international affairs
In the ultimate heaven true peace you'll find, when things of
This world are left behind, no lying tounge will you there
Bind, no false teaching, or drunkeness, unless; of Gods
Spirit in kind' no more theiving or idolatry or hate; no rage
No letchery at this improved life state.' Vistas of beauty
All around.' A place of no discord where love abounds.'
Now on hell, I'll cast some thought to you, its heavily populated
If what I hear is true?? Its incedibly hot.' Theres sulphur gas
And demonic wails to top the lot.' There can be no lying
Once your in.' And words are useless with all the din.' So
You'll find no false teaching..Well whats the sense? No idol
Can save you..Now no offence!! You can't get drunk in this
Punishment place' There can be no letchery, and you're held in
Place, your chains are darkness..Your thirst intense it
Will get you screaming..' So in a sense? There are similaritys with
Heaven and hell, he's a copier 'old satan.I i often hear tell.'
So its up to choice; from what i see, I think I'll call on Jesus
Oh yes.' its that boring Heaven for me, may it be!!