12 June, 2008

Calculated insult, or something more subtle?

That has to be deliberate - the Stress Fiend has just spent the last ten minutes exploding about uncooperative clients and unhelpful suppliers, so Ted E. decides this is clearly the perfect time to begin a slow, laborious, and somewhat patronising lecture (and, honestly, it's hard to imagine anything more offensive than being patronised by Ted E.) explaining how she's been missing something important in our job queue and that it's really quite simple if you know where to look.

This should be a recipe for the kind of homicide that would make Freddy Kreuger wake up at night screaming ... but something peculiar is happening.

The Stress Fiend actually seems to have calmed. Has her brain just shut down in self-defense, or does Ted E.'s droning monotone hit one of those strange frequencies believed to render people docile and compliant? Could there really be some method to his mendacity?

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