The Man With A View

I'm supposed to be in a meeting now, but I slipped out, because my eyes are sore and my brain is numb.

The firm is coming out with its annual tax and business information CD Rom (riveting stuff!) and heading the project is a senior manager who is a bit of a "character" (pronounced with a sneer).

"What do you mean?", I inquired naively, before I had the benefit of meeting him.

"You'll see...", the reply came knowingly.

Do I see? Geez, my eyes! They are melting!

Mr G, as we shall call him, though he is known by many other names, most of which I shall not mention for fear of degrading my blog, is a man of about 40.

See, our Mr G is so into his technology that he actually houses a server in his office. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, his very own. And that also means that the laptops/PCs issued by the firm aren't quite "canggih" enough for him, because sitting on his desk is also his very own PC.

Now, I'm not IT savvy at all, so suffice to say, it's got like a gazillion megabytes and is so amazing, the casual onlooker wouldnt even know where to find the "On" button.

Anyway once, IT were cleaning up the tax server and found an unusally large file belonging to Mr G. And guess what they discovered inside? Nestled amongst tax returns, invoices, reports, accounts, you name it, was none other than a flash of tit, a piece of bum, a bit of muff. Okay, it was a bit more than that. It was a very large file I am told.

He doesn't come of as a pervert, but lets be serious, all men have their stash of porn somewhere - does that make them all pervs? (hmmmmm...). He just comes off as an oddball. He is the only senior manager who has no staff under him, bascially 'cos no one can work with him. And he has the best job of all. He does no work. Save and except for this riveting tax CD. Which explains why he throws his heart and soul into it each year (7 hour meetings are a norm).

And do I see why! With is fringe combed down over his brows, his eyes peering over his glasses to focus on documents a mere 2 inches a way, the man questions every single dot and every single comma.

Looking at the map of our offices, he asks "Is KK on the coast?"

"Yes it is", I answered, "I've been there".

That silences him for a while.

"Is it 'Gym' or 'Gymnasium'?", comes next, as he looks at pictures of our head office facilities.

"Well, everyone knows what a 'gym' is. It's just like 'fridge' and 'refridgerator'", I reply.

"OK, I'll take you up on that!", he smiles, eyes flashing.

What is this man on? Anyway, the dictionaries let me down.

Nevertheless, annoying as he is, he is meticulous beacuse he has to be. And actually, I like him - I find him a real hoot.

But not enough to keep yawning through the meeting.

Anyway, I am on Day 3 of Catkins (my version of Atkins) - and we are smooth sailing! Haven't lost any weight yet though.