Mean old Christian Taliban

I have not posted for a while - BUMMER! That is because I have been working!

Well, let me recount my recent adventures with the Christian Taliban.

Last Thursday, I have a meeting at 4 o'clock. I expect that this meeting will be VERY speedy, because I am running the meeting. I plan to have meeting in a co-workers office to save annoyance of booking conference room, sending out meeting notification to attendees, getting responses etc.., because I organized this meeting at the last minute, didn't want to go through all that rigamorale with our meeting booking system (yes, we have one of those, more on that later!) PLUS, and as I pointed out - it was going to be very quick. So, I leave my office at 3:57 and make my way to co-workers office. There, I sit on a table in his room, act perky, and prepare myself to provide fabulous insights to colleagues - mainly along the lines of " do your work, stupids." So, people enter this room for meeting - I tell a couple jokes, ask everyone how their day is going, make all the pre meeting talk. But, Soon, the room falls silent and 5 pairs of eyes stare at me. WHAT am I DOING?, you ask. I am waiting for that Texas mutant, of course. He IS the reason that we are having this meeting in the first place.

At the asylum, sometimes we have "MEETINGS" just to point out the obvious to one particular individual. So as not to offend, we MEET, tell a GROUP of people the necessary information, hoping that the one particular person whom the message is actually intended will grasp upon it, and the other, who have actually done the proper thing, will know that this meeting is not intended for them. Unfortunately, this absolutely ridiculous plan falls flat EVERY single time it has been attempted. See, the people who did what they were supposed to become either 1) offended that you are telling them something that they have already done 2) hopelessly confused that they are missing something, resulting in the change to the CORRECT work product to something less so. Further, the one asshole to whom the message is actually targeted, fails to get the message, and turns in equally crappy work - firm in the knowledge that the meeting couldn't have POSSIBLY been about them. But I digress.

So, now we are in a SILENT room with eyes staring upon poor tradebabe, who, having run out of things to talk about while waiting for the Christian Taliban to arrive to a meeting called for the SOLE purpose of telling HIM something, gets nervous. Tradebabe takes off down the hall to pull the Christian Taliban away from his office and get him into meeting so that she can get on with her day. Here is the conversation that takes place.

Tradebabe: Are you coming to the meeting?
Christian Taliban: NO.
Tradebabe (totally confused and bewildered): WHAT? Why not?
CT: Cause it is 3:59, you said the meeting was at four.
Tradebabe: Well, probably by the time you get down the hall - it will be four.
CT: Well it is NOT four, I am sending an email, I don't know what clock you are looking at that said it was 4.

HMMM< let us think for a moment - I left my office at 3:57, went to another room, waited for arrival of colleagues, AND made some awful BANTER while waiting for this Ass. Then, went down the hall to his office. TRADEBABE does NOT move at warp speed - so it was AFTER FOUR. Further, ALL our clocks - phone, computer, ALL OF THEM, are synchronized on the network - so it is completely IMPOSSIBLE for me to be looking at the wrong FREAKING CLOCK.