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meadowlark bison There were 19 in this morning's meeting in Central City. All male. All but three were administratively higher than me, including number two boss of the outfit. So, maybe I shoulda kept my mouth shut a little more often. Or raised my hand before speaking. But I did neither. So it goes. Not sure if everybody got what they wanted out of it. Or if anybody did. But I did pick up a few ideas I hadn't had before. And I and the other three underlings will have another assignment soon. Oh, joy. Better off than the other fellow in the opposite corner of the room (A big square room with tables arranged in a perfect square. Not that you'll likely have the opportunity, but if you're ever there, go for the chairs with the slightly wider backs. Less back support, but they recline nicely.) Anyway, when discussing the large number of man-hours soon to be required for this new task, it was suggested, by his boss, that this unfortunate fellow might be able to be assigned to it for half his job time. Mainly because he's the only one in the room who has done it before, some 18 years ago. And that was traumatic enough. None of us get into the wildlife field because we like meetings, paperwork, bureaucracy, and then more meetings and paperwork. Well, the one guy from Capitol City does, but he's the exception. Anyway, when this poor unfortunate heard about the possible change in his job duties, he suddenly became quite focused on the pen in his fingers. Someone remarked he looked as though he wished it were a gun. He didn't deny it. And whether his thoughts were homicidal or suicidal, he did not tell us. There was one objection to his possible appointment. They claimed they wanted a virgin to sacrifice to this duty, not an old prostitute. No decisions made, but his fate may be sealed. Another frank exchange... When one fellow, the only one who raised his hand to speak, finished his slow, deliberately thought out opinion, the immediate response from across the room began with "I don't agree with that..." This time, failing to raise his hand, the deliberate speaker flatly declared "Okay, but that means you're wrong." And ending on an observation from a fellow across the room... "You can can tell the guys who have been least involved in this so far, because they think they want to be more involved." On a more cheerful note... since I left early enough to check a strutting ground on the way up to Central City (in the light snowstorm), I arrived with time to run an errand downtown. And on the way back to the office, happened upon this fellow. While he didn't have the greatest paint job in the world, it was nice to see not all of the herd had left the city. |
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