Today the assistant managing editor in our department sent out an email (to those to get into work before 9:30, anyway) that since our boss and a myriad of other senior editors will be out of the office Monday through Wednesday, I am in charge in the mornings until until she gets in.
It really was the easy revolution I've ever led. I will force people to bring me coffee and make my copies. I will make them fan me with giant fans made of peacock feathers. I will rule like a wily despot until 9:30 am. I will socialize the schools and make them teach revolutionary and socialist theory. Oh wait, that last one's not me. But the rest: yes.
It's like all the "perks" of being a senior editor, but none of the pay!
But before my head could get to big, I was sure to stick my hand right in bird poo when I got in the car to leave. So.
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Thank you, bird poo --- make that ALL POO --- for keeping us real.
Please now go bird poo all over our enemies, so they will get over themselves and become our best friends, and the world will rock so hard.
sometimes i find your blog embarassing.
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