Not about work really . . .

Not about work, really . . .

Ok I suggested I shouldn’t blog about work issues.  We never know who is reading now do we?  So instead I’ll just write a short fairy tale.  IT’S JUST A FAIRY TALE.  OK?

Once Upon A Time,
     There was a castle called Brooks.  Inside this castle was a group of knights that were moving goods in and out of the drawbridge all day long.  Well, to do this task the knights had hired many a squire and peasant folk to be responsible for such traffic.  Unfortunately these peasant folk couldn’t even qualify as the jester’s butlers.  
     One peasant walked and moved so slow that it has been observed that he may have proven a strange quantum quirk known as the Anti-Relativity Theory.  If you move slowly enough, the rest of the universe will seem as if it were moving at light speed.  The only break up in the pattern is the dozen or so breaks to smoke what seems to be some kind of slug drug.
     The next peasant is flighty and shows up to the castle on a semi-not-so-regular basis.  It’s either too much mead on the weekends or the reoccurrence of the Black Death.  Priority is low … communication is high, only it is not of the King’s business for which she speaks.  Surely distracted, she will let the walls crumble down about herself.  Ever so apologetic but never accountable or self-corrective, she hangs on just long enough not to be replaced with a toad.
     Third is Lord Apathetic Boozious.  Left behind by some unsatisfied gypsy caravan, he has lost all empathy for the cause.  Every chore is a chore beyond his intentions for the day.  The Castle, Knights and King are all an inconvenience to him.  Every task is just shy of being complete, professional, satisfying.  We’re a burden on him.  Everything we ask is one request too many.  He only works to fill the keg.
     Well, you kind of get the picture.
     It’s a bad story told good.
As the cock crows this Squire will have an audience with the King, try to conscript some peasant folk that won’t cringe at a real day of competent and self-invested work.
      Some days I just wish the Saxons would come and burn us to the ground.