The Boss
02-02-2004, 02:36
The Boss looks over the roster and her lips compress into a thin, hard line. She gave the information on the new guy to Mr Boss nearly two days ago and he still hasn't added him to the roster. She pushes back from her desk and marches out to the hangar, where she finds Mr Boss bent over a table made from two sawhorses and a sheet of plywood.
"Hey, I thought you were going to update the roster to include the Rat Fink? I've got another application here, too. You need to get on this and get the roster sorted out." :grr:
Mr Boss, who is busily drawing lines on charts, doesn't even look up as he answers.
"I'm busy planning these charters that came in. Just have Marvin do it."
The Boss reflects on the last time she asked Marvin to do something. She told him to fetch her a check and he dashed out the door and came back some hours later with one Mr Swoboda, a Czechoslovakian who was not at all amused by the mix-up.
"I don't trust that walking file cabinet. I need you to do it, and I need it done now." She gives him a look that would have any other pilot scurrying for the nearest thing resembling an aircraft, but which is (of course) totally lost on Mr Boss.
"These charters are important. I'll do the roster later. Oh, do you know if the Aztec has been refueled? I thought I'd take this one personally." He waves a slip of paper at her.
The Boss counts to ten. Twice. Once in English and once in French.
"The roster is important too, and right now it's more important than any charter! So get in there and get doing it!"
Mr Boss pulls out his electronic E6-B and makes a few calculations, muttering numbers in French under his breath.
The Boss reflexively reaches for her priming crank handle, but stops herself. A slight smile breezes across her face.
"Sweetheart," she begins, in a tone that causes him to stop his calculations and look up. "I reeeeallly need to have the roster updated before I can get any more work done. But I understand. If you're really that busy, I can wait. I'll just go make you some lunch before your flight, since I've got nothing else to do."
Mr Boss suddenly goes very pale. :-(
"Um, I've already got lunch started..." he begins.
"Oh, that's all right -- I'll just finish it for you. You keep on planning your flight, I'll bring it to you. Where is that bottle of Worchestershire sauce I just bought?"
Mr Boss's pale shade suddenly takes on a greenish aspect. "All right! All right! I'll go do the roster! You just leave lunch alone!"
"Well... okay. If you're sure. I'd be happy to finish making lunch for you, though. I think there's even a fresh jar of brie-flavored spray Cheez-in-a-Can in the cupboard!"
"Not anymore," mutters Mr Boss under his breath, his mind flashing to a scene from the previous night involving him, said can of ultra-pasteurized cheese food product, and the floor drain in the hangar. Interestingly, the drain now works better than ever.
"What was that, dearest?"
"I said, 'what a score.' Now run along and I'll have the roster to you shortly. Go... polish Suzie. It's a nice day and she's looking a little dull."
"Oh, all right, if you insist."
The Boss, barely supressing a smirk, turns and walks out the door towards her pretty yellow plane.
"Hey, I thought you were going to update the roster to include the Rat Fink? I've got another application here, too. You need to get on this and get the roster sorted out." :grr:
Mr Boss, who is busily drawing lines on charts, doesn't even look up as he answers.
"I'm busy planning these charters that came in. Just have Marvin do it."
The Boss reflects on the last time she asked Marvin to do something. She told him to fetch her a check and he dashed out the door and came back some hours later with one Mr Swoboda, a Czechoslovakian who was not at all amused by the mix-up.
"I don't trust that walking file cabinet. I need you to do it, and I need it done now." She gives him a look that would have any other pilot scurrying for the nearest thing resembling an aircraft, but which is (of course) totally lost on Mr Boss.
"These charters are important. I'll do the roster later. Oh, do you know if the Aztec has been refueled? I thought I'd take this one personally." He waves a slip of paper at her.
The Boss counts to ten. Twice. Once in English and once in French.
"The roster is important too, and right now it's more important than any charter! So get in there and get doing it!"
Mr Boss pulls out his electronic E6-B and makes a few calculations, muttering numbers in French under his breath.
The Boss reflexively reaches for her priming crank handle, but stops herself. A slight smile breezes across her face.
"Sweetheart," she begins, in a tone that causes him to stop his calculations and look up. "I reeeeallly need to have the roster updated before I can get any more work done. But I understand. If you're really that busy, I can wait. I'll just go make you some lunch before your flight, since I've got nothing else to do."
Mr Boss suddenly goes very pale. :-(
"Um, I've already got lunch started..." he begins.
"Oh, that's all right -- I'll just finish it for you. You keep on planning your flight, I'll bring it to you. Where is that bottle of Worchestershire sauce I just bought?"
Mr Boss's pale shade suddenly takes on a greenish aspect. "All right! All right! I'll go do the roster! You just leave lunch alone!"
"Well... okay. If you're sure. I'd be happy to finish making lunch for you, though. I think there's even a fresh jar of brie-flavored spray Cheez-in-a-Can in the cupboard!"
"Not anymore," mutters Mr Boss under his breath, his mind flashing to a scene from the previous night involving him, said can of ultra-pasteurized cheese food product, and the floor drain in the hangar. Interestingly, the drain now works better than ever.
"What was that, dearest?"
"I said, 'what a score.' Now run along and I'll have the roster to you shortly. Go... polish Suzie. It's a nice day and she's looking a little dull."
"Oh, all right, if you insist."
The Boss, barely supressing a smirk, turns and walks out the door towards her pretty yellow plane.