Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Where Efficiency Goes to Die

Scene: a busy office, bustling with multitasking people. The holidays are approaching, necessitating coordination of gift basket deliveries, thank-you-for-your-support gizmos and doodads emblazoned with logos, and appropriately non-holiday-specific seasonal cards.

Office Minion 1 (hovering in doorway of OM2, with card and envelope in hand): So, these cards need to be mailed out?
OM2: Yes. They're holiday cards.
OM1: When do they need to go out?
OM2: Well, they're holiday cards. It's almost December. Soonest best, and all that.
OM1 (holding envelope up, facing forward): So, there's not any return address on these? You don't want a return address? [gestures to illustrate for OM2 the blank corner of the envelope]
OM2: It's on the back flap, facing you. You're looking right at it.
OM1: Oh.

End scene.

4 comments:

Toby said...

I'm taking a wild guess that you are not OM1.

Laura said...

As my fiction-writing teacher would say, veil of fiction, veil of fiction.

But in this hypothetical universe, condensed and presented for your consumption, I would say that, yes, OM2 was more modeled on me.

erik said...

what's the word for groaning and laughing at the same time? because that's what i'm doing.

Laura said...

graughing?

Office minions can lead such sad sad lives. The stuff of Art, as no doubt Erik can attest to.