My pitch meeting
So I go have my meeting with Bush and all of the other chuckleheads in the Cabinet. With me is my main man, Cartier. He’s a religious dude but I don’t hold it against him. Whenever I look over his shoulder he’s always closing out a window (I think it’s craigslist) or exchanging IMs with chicks I’ve never heard of. Maybe he’s a closet perv but I’ll be damned if I point a finger of blame at him.
Bush says that I have to give a shorter presentation because he’s got to fly to London because of the “incident”. I was promised an hour and they said I only had five minutes. I was like, “Dude, it’ll take me five minutes to set up the powerpoint presentation! Fortunately Bush takes one look at Cartier and he gives me carte blanche with MH and says I can do whatever I want. Bush says that he’s got a face that he just “wants to trust.” What’s wrong with my face? Sure I’ve got an eye patch, but it’s not like I’m Carolyn Manheim or anything like that. Well, whatever it takes to get the job done. So that was a pretty easy meeting (if you can call it that) so now I gotta sit down with Cartier and figure this stuff out.
Once again, I’m not an administrator. I can do the logistics of where to plant a shaped charge or how to torture a person, but when it comes to allocating money to the parking tickets… I’m a dog in a bathtub. I don’t know if Cartier is a dollars and cents man… aren’t religious people into taking people’s money? I know it’s tax deductible, but … you know what I mean.
Off to my meeting. More later.
-Ed
