by happysadfun on Wed Oct 18, 2006 3:50 pm
You will have three days to answer.
Hockecapn is a replacement.
"Look at this," your boss is telling you. "Just look!"
You, disgruntled, stare at his makeshift line graph. The arrow was pointing downwards dismally.
"Sales are plunging to zero. I want you to find two more salesmen. And not here in wimpy little Maine. I want you to find them in New York."
You stare, agape. Most people in New York would not move to Maine just for work. You start to say something, but your boss won't let you.
"You're leaving tomorrow. You're going to get there by Monday. There's a brick industry conference there, on Rockerfeller Plaza. There'll be lots of people looking for jobs there. And if you aren't there looking for one of them, you'll become one of them."
****
You log onto the internet. All the planes from Bangor to New York for Sunday were full. Amtrak, however, had openings, and you could always drive.
Will you drive or take the train?
Children, this is what happens to hockey players, druggies, and Hillary Clinton.
Rope. Tree. Hillary. Some assembly required.