posted on Feb, 25 2014 @ 11:12 PM
I could see that the boss was clearly upset. “You keep SCREWING UP and I’ll send you off to MIB where you probably belong…DO YOU UNDERSTAND!”
The spittle was flying in all directions from his mouth and all six of his arms were waving wildly about. (Other than that he looked like your typical
asshole boss that you can find pretty much everywhere, and I do mean everywhere, like in the universe.)
I sat there trying to look contrite and failing miserably. I actually liked him when he was like this. You could read him easier and thus control his
thought patterns. When the boss was quiet, that was when you had to look over your shoulder. I sat there reliving the excitement of my last mission
and planning what I was going to say.
My smirk made him go off on another totally unrelated rant and when his tirade was finished, he literally had steam coming off his body. It’s
actually a pleasant smell…like bacon frying, which reminded me that I had to finish up here as I was getting hungry.
“Well hell Boss, I did what I had to do didn’t I? I mean I’m getting to old for this gig and it’s not like you ever let me train somebody
else.” We’ve had this conversation for ten years now I think.
“A planet! A FLIPPIN PLANET!, YOU DESTROYED A WHOLE FLIPPIN” PLANET TO GET THE BAD GUY!”
“It’s not like it was inhabited fer cripes sake, it’s under the radar.” I relaxed and grabbed for my coffee. But it seemed that my nonchalant
attitude set him off.
“UNDER THE RADAR?! IT’S ALL OVER THE FLIPPIN’ RADAR NOW! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO HIDE PLANETARY DEBRIS?!”
“Gotta break a few eggs to make an omelet”, as I sipped my cup. “I did bag the guy after all.”
“Yea, I’ll give you that. BY BAGGIN” THE ENTIRE FLIPPIN” PLANET!” It’s a gravel yard out there now!” Ah…good, the boss seemed to be
calming down a bit.
“Well I did save the taxpayers money didn’t I? No muss, no fuss, no lengthy trial and no prison. Done, done and done. Boss, this guy was a bad guy
and I spent two years tracking him down. I did what had to be done.”
“But an entire FLIPPIN” PLANET! The ethics committee is going to have field day with this, not to mention the oversight committee. I don’t need
“Well that’s all and good Boss, since I’ve put in my retirement papers. It’s time I quit.”
He looked at me for a long second and blurted out…”NO! You can’t quit…what will we do without you!”