Scrambling to the top of the FTI compound yesterday, dodging the nesting flying-ratlike Western Starling population while still maintaining some type of footing on an approximate 45 degree slope, I was able to adjust the hand-crank driven communication satellite receiver to an approximate 53 degree azimuth in relation to the horizon to provide a communication linkup with Giacommo, my able-bodied assistant from the past, located across the continent. Normally, this type of task is relegated to our FTI IT team (the most hated and reviled group here at FTI), however, since they were once again deeply absorbed in a continuing virtual firefight with some wizard priest sloth-monkeys from Zoltar 7 via their gaming consoles, they couldn't be torn away from their screens to help. I figured I will just go make the adjustment myself.
My pride and proud association with Giacommo knows no depths. He has surpassed me in leadership and advancement opportunities and appears to be genuinely satisfied with his current position at an alternative organization. Our conversation was borne from my early post this week about CrazY and our shared amazement and wonder of how such people can remain viably employed when only caring about themselves with no regard for others. During our conversation, should CrazY ever be relieved of command from Dilbertland, Giacommo stated he would personally deposit something on his lawn similar to what a bear leaves in the woods in appreciation for all of the support he afforded both of us during our tenure.
I like to think of this as the green alternative to traditional retirement gifts.