When I’m out on the road for work, visiting these radio stations I’m converting over to the new software, the staff of the stations tend to see me as the ultimate authority figure and regard any advice I give as being The Word of God. It’s understandable, I guess, since I’ve been working with them for 12 weeks, guiding them through the conversion process and riding herd on them to make sure deadlines are met and being the point person on their Corporate Overlord-mandated conversion, but… well… Me? “The Man”? Come on!

It does come in handy at times, though. Without these people quaking in their boots when I walk in the door, I wouldn’t be able to pull these types of jokes on them…

Chuck enters Lee’s office. She practically winces at the sight of him, afraid to hear what problem he’s found now. She’s frazzled and on her last nerve. If one more thing goes wrong, she might lose it.

Chuck runs for his life down the hall as she threatens him, laughing, with a stapler.

Ha. I love doing that kind of stuff. It sucks the tension right out of a room. And it’s funny…