“It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.”
– Joseph Conrad
I was given a project today. One that I’m still trying to make sense of. It can best be summarized by my puzzled response to Lt. Figaro when he gave it to me. At the time of assignment, Susie’s and my eyebrows were having a contest to see whose could climb higher.
“So you want me to run reports.”
“Yes.”
“From a database I don’t have access to, using a program that hasn’t worked form months, to organize information that no one can find, with query requests that don’t exist.”
“Yes.”
*Thunk* *Thunk* *Thunk*
Small Dog Syndrome 
Now would be the time to open that special vortex into a dimension filled with terrible un-doable jobs and criminals and conveniently lose the Lt. Figaro, his desk and all his paperwork. Especially since it sounds like he was told to do it, and played the ‘pass the buck’ game.
As insightful as always Leila. That’s exactly what happened…he has a knack for passing the buck.
Make it up. 🙂
That sounds like my job!!! I melted down into a ranting rage last week. My poor boss has a newborn at home, a sick wife, and a raging secretary. Poor guy. Guess what? Someone else got to do that assignment though…