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Major panic at work. Systems failing. Nobody knows what to do. Stress levels off the charts. Raised voices, raised blood pressures. Robert, calmly, browsing classic cars on autotrader. "This is nothing", he says. "I remember one winter back in '89 when there were three simultaneous bomb threats, a building on fire, and a kitten stuck up a tree, and it was just me and Gaston on shift, because everyone was caught in a blizzard, and Gaston says to me 'you think this is bad, try raising three teenage daughters!'. Well, we got through it. Just tell those guys to turn off the hockey game and get working. Did I ever tell you about my old RX7?" And you know what? If Robert's not worried, you're not worried. A sense of calm falls over the workplace. You open an autotrader tab and start looking for old RX7s. |
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Tijuana-A-Go-Go posted:*Robert gazes at the meal in front of him, his steak overcooked, his burned fries resembling a funeral pyre, his roasted vegetables charred and dry like stones in a desert* Robert prefers his food well done. |
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"Bobbo! What's the good news, Bob?" says William, senior director of Robert's department (despite being 10 years his junior), with a wide fake smile. "you finished that report yet?" Robert seethes. William has never called him anything but Bob, Bobbo, Bobby, and once, slightly drunk at a Christmas party, Bobert. "I'll have it on your desk by Friday Bill, and it's Robert" he dreams of telling him. "I'll have it on your desk tomorrow, William" "See that you do Bob." |
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If it was Robert Dobelina, Del would have never written that song. |
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