“Can I help you guys?”, I said to the interesting fellows standing in front of me. “Yes”, the first one said. “Is (the Buffoon) around?”, the second one continued. “Yeah, I think he’s in the back. Let me go grab him”, I said as I stood and walked towards the kitchen area. I found the... Continue Reading →

The Buffoon was truly on-point today. I walked into his office after he had summoned me with a computer question. "Well, why's my computer keep freezing up?", he asked as though his intent was to stump me. "I don't know. Sometimes they just freeze up.", I dryly replied to make him immediately aware of how... Continue Reading →

The Buffoon had his manager's meeting today and came back all fired up. This usually occurs some time in the second week of each month. All the managers are assembled and typical meeting bullshit takes place. The top performers are applauded while the bottom-dwellers are silently recognized by all those who read the monthly sales... Continue Reading →

“State Bank, this is Nic”, I said answering his call. “Hey, it’s me. Can you come into my office please?”, the Buffoon said in all seriousness. He’d once again failed to pick up on my sarcasm. The Buffoon sits approximately 20 feet away from me in an office with floor-to-ceiling windows which my desk squarely... Continue Reading →

“Hey, I wanted to check with you about vacation time. I am thinking about taking my week vacation from Sept. 6th through the 10th. I wanted to see if you or Sonjia had anything planned for that time", I said to Buffoon. “Wayl’, I need to check with my wife ‘cause we may have something... Continue Reading →

The word we're hearing is that Gunty is gone. Apparently, she and the company reached some agreement that allowed her to step down gracefully. I'm sure that's complete bullshit. Gunty's numbers have been down for a while and the company decided to make a change. It should be noted that Gunty has taken two somewhat... Continue Reading →

Today this old fat man came in looking for the Buffoon. I told him the Buffoon was not in the office, but the fat man hardly listened. He said that he just wanted to inform me that he was back from Boston and would be in town for a little while. As I was wondering... Continue Reading →

“Hey, dude, how long will it take to...” “Do not call me ‘dude’. You need to call me ‘Sir’”, he said cutting me off. The look in eyes matched his tone and confirmed he was legitimately pissed off. A little annoyed and largely intimidated, I faked a sarcastic smirk and walk away without finishing my... Continue Reading →

Today we were forced to endure yet another one of the Buffoon's asinine meetings. Towards the end, he and the Middle Eastern Fembot had the following exchange: Evil Fembot: "How many brothers and sisters do you have?" Buffoon: "Two sisters and there were six boys, but one of the brothers died" Evil Fembot: "Knock on... Continue Reading →

The Buffoon's mom died. We all went to the funeral today. It was quite sad, as funerals tend to be. One of the pallbearers had his shirt untucked, a cell-phone holstered on his belt and sunglasses perched on his head. Predictably, his phone rang during the service. I wondered if the other side of the... Continue Reading →