Waxing_Gibbous
04-03-2010, 03:36 AM
As it's coming up for 02:30 and its Wednesday, I have, of course, a video conference with confreres in London, Houston, Singapore and Vladivostok. It is not an entirely useless exercise. Much good can be accomplished if the Americans are not allowed to talk. At all.
My former assistant in Singapore, Yi, has just received a long overdue promotion and now she's got some authority, is trying to push forward her own software integration initiative. I support her all the way, but she has me so wrapped around her finger, that she could suggest renewed whale-hunting and I'd agree.
She is sitting, smugly, with her "Hello Kitty" fuzzy slippers on her desk and wearing a disturbingly erotic combination of pajama lowers and a grey silk blouse (Miyaki? de la Croix? Marks and Sparks?) enhanced by a black pearl necklace.
I'm not sure which will appear during the videocon.
I am, however, 99.9% sure that all she would have to do to get her way and shut everyone up, even the Americans, is to smile and flash her boobies.
Regretably, her husband, a Sinaporean Police Captain is sitting beside her chomping one of those weird "pot-pourri" Asian snack foods and giving me the finger every time I suggest this course of action. He is very imposing and well-armed, so I think I'll let it slide for now.
'New Guy', Simon in London, also looking disturbingly alluring in Grey, is having "Elevensees" (out of a Gordon's bottle as far as we can tell, so we like him immediately), and bumping uglies with his seceratary. Or fixing his fax machine. Its hard to be sure, as despite his copious knowledge of petroleum geology and extractive processes, he's pretty effing-hopeless with office machinery.
Also, I know his seceratry from "back-in-the-day" and in while not exclusively, in general, she prefers to putt-from-the-rough, if we're all on the same page.
My immediate boss in Vladivostok has yet to make an appearance, leaving one of those rabbit-fur hats that Russians wear to substitute for him. He is either out hunting some poor animal on the "Believed To Be Extinct" list, or trying to come to grips with polar-aligning his new super-expensive Harmonic mount, which I've told him is a waste of time because its still high summer in Siberia and he has another 2 months to go before he even sniffs a star.
He's Dutch, disgracefully competent and well-liked, has "juice" with everybody from the 'maffya' to the US Congress, and is thought by most to be first in line for "Supreme World Leader" one day soon. Thank God he likes me.
The Americans - plural as they don't seem to be able to do anything without five of them present - are, they think, off-line, but while we can't get audio, we can see hard-driving, problem-solving, goal-oriented, strategically-minded, ass-kicking, name-taking, Arab-bashing, executive No.3, using a Q-Tip on his ear and fiddling with the camera.
I'm writing this with one hand and trying to lick BBQ sauce off the telly remote with the other.
At any time some incredibly powerful higher-up could log-in and find us all "en dishable", realise just what a bunch of circus monkeys we are and have us posted to Nigeria or Iraq or Tierra del Fuego. Without Ex-Pat benefits.
I had hoped to deliver some meaningful insight on astronomy, science or the nature of existence while basking in the 3/4 moonlight, but the conference started 15 minutes ago, the Yanks are lobbying loudly for their software solution, and by the pained look on her face, Yi's boobies might just be up for it.
Good 'Scope,
Peter
My former assistant in Singapore, Yi, has just received a long overdue promotion and now she's got some authority, is trying to push forward her own software integration initiative. I support her all the way, but she has me so wrapped around her finger, that she could suggest renewed whale-hunting and I'd agree.
She is sitting, smugly, with her "Hello Kitty" fuzzy slippers on her desk and wearing a disturbingly erotic combination of pajama lowers and a grey silk blouse (Miyaki? de la Croix? Marks and Sparks?) enhanced by a black pearl necklace.
I'm not sure which will appear during the videocon.
I am, however, 99.9% sure that all she would have to do to get her way and shut everyone up, even the Americans, is to smile and flash her boobies.
Regretably, her husband, a Sinaporean Police Captain is sitting beside her chomping one of those weird "pot-pourri" Asian snack foods and giving me the finger every time I suggest this course of action. He is very imposing and well-armed, so I think I'll let it slide for now.
'New Guy', Simon in London, also looking disturbingly alluring in Grey, is having "Elevensees" (out of a Gordon's bottle as far as we can tell, so we like him immediately), and bumping uglies with his seceratary. Or fixing his fax machine. Its hard to be sure, as despite his copious knowledge of petroleum geology and extractive processes, he's pretty effing-hopeless with office machinery.
Also, I know his seceratry from "back-in-the-day" and in while not exclusively, in general, she prefers to putt-from-the-rough, if we're all on the same page.
My immediate boss in Vladivostok has yet to make an appearance, leaving one of those rabbit-fur hats that Russians wear to substitute for him. He is either out hunting some poor animal on the "Believed To Be Extinct" list, or trying to come to grips with polar-aligning his new super-expensive Harmonic mount, which I've told him is a waste of time because its still high summer in Siberia and he has another 2 months to go before he even sniffs a star.
He's Dutch, disgracefully competent and well-liked, has "juice" with everybody from the 'maffya' to the US Congress, and is thought by most to be first in line for "Supreme World Leader" one day soon. Thank God he likes me.
The Americans - plural as they don't seem to be able to do anything without five of them present - are, they think, off-line, but while we can't get audio, we can see hard-driving, problem-solving, goal-oriented, strategically-minded, ass-kicking, name-taking, Arab-bashing, executive No.3, using a Q-Tip on his ear and fiddling with the camera.
I'm writing this with one hand and trying to lick BBQ sauce off the telly remote with the other.
At any time some incredibly powerful higher-up could log-in and find us all "en dishable", realise just what a bunch of circus monkeys we are and have us posted to Nigeria or Iraq or Tierra del Fuego. Without Ex-Pat benefits.
I had hoped to deliver some meaningful insight on astronomy, science or the nature of existence while basking in the 3/4 moonlight, but the conference started 15 minutes ago, the Yanks are lobbying loudly for their software solution, and by the pained look on her face, Yi's boobies might just be up for it.
Good 'Scope,
Peter