where the meeting was…

resource development:

we need objectives and goals for our team. 

Exec Dir:  "One last thing:  there are only three objectives."

(Where I went with it!)

"Like the Holy Hand Grenade?" 

this got a smile out my executive director.

…And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, "O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that with it Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits, in Thy mercy." And the Lord did grin and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats and large chu… [At this point, the friar is urged by Brother Maynard to "skip a bit, brother"]… And the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin, then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceedest on to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it." Amen.

2 thoughts on “where the meeting was…”

    1. my awesome co-worker amanda just started spouting “and they ate chickens, and orangutans, and…” and “five is right out!”

      and I admired her! she’s kind of awesome anyway but yeah.



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