Flowers in the Spring

This Monday afternoon finds our very own Plucky Young Lad confused and suprised, as the previous 4 hours have actually been spent doing that which is easily considered "work." The giant, despite his inability to falter when it comes to his matters of importance, somehow neglected to finish the high-priority assignments bestowed upon him over the weekend, and the EO found itself in something akin to a tizzy this morning as correspondence had accumulated into two or three ominous looking folders.

The crack team of specialists quickly delved in to the normal assortment of intelligble memos and low quality audio tapes. Our faithful narrator, having negotiated himself away from menial labors specifically pertaining to the audio tapes, found himself awash with papers and chicken-scratch, most of which he was able to delegate to an actual employee so that he could make time for listening to miles davis. While Mr. Davis did not increase this humble observer's ability to effectively and efficiently proofread and translate, it did keep his mood-enhanced brain in a much more accepting state of awareness.

Your narrator would like to take the following free time to elaborate and educate his readers on a development that consumed much time and energy last week and small trickles are still being found this week in the executive office's sewage system.

The CEO of everyones favorite non-profit enjoys nature immensely, and assumes that all of his colleagues and close personal friends have a similar passion for flowers and trees. Because of this, on a recent trip to nearby mountains, several pictures of rhododendrons and landscapes were captured, and a list of possible nature-lovers was compiled (the list being 80+ people). Naturally, the CEO insisted that digital copies of these photographs be attached in a form email to his closest friends, inviting them to possibly join him this following weekend and enjoy some of the splendor themselves. However, it was quickly discovered that most of these close associates email addresses were either entirely missing or incorrect. In an effort to add his own most personal touch, said CEO and Founder then decided to mail said letter, carrying his own personal and accessible first-name-only signature, as well as a page with the pictures on it. Originially, five photographs were attached, this being too much to fit on a single 8.5 x 11 page, so there were two pages of attachments for each letter.

Unbeknownst to all but the giant, the CEO changed his mind over the weekend as to which photos he would like to attach. This change was not caught until over 80 of these letters were assembled, with envelopes and attachments, and given to the CEO for his signature. The response was a justified outrage! After much direction, our own narrator sat through an extensive set of directions as to how to fix the error, and how to ensure that a similar travesty never again occur. This was given to our humble observer, despite the fact that once the emails proved futile, he was never again requested to oversee the rhododhendron correspondence.

As far as yours truly knows, this mistake was eventually conquered, but every once in a while those familiar pictures appear and are usually delegated to the "Flower Master". Of course, sending these letters out is somewhat posthumous, as the CEO meant LAST weekend, and this weekend will be overseas.