Scott Adams Is Hiding in My Bra

Our panicmongering supervisor sat us all down in a staff meeting today. "Just a reminder," she said in a hushed, serious tone. "Breaks are 15 minutes long."

We glanced around the room at one another, surprised. They are?! Is her watch broken??!

It wouldn't be the first thing. Even though our entire division (you might think the entire agency, but let's not go crazy, here) is networked, everyone's computer tells a slightly different time. We don't have administrative access to our own machines (that's GOT to be a euphemism for something), so we can't synch 'em. But whoever does have administrative access has apparently figured that three, four, five minutes, here or there, plus or minus, is eh. No big deal. And it isn't, except that we never show up at quite the same time for staff meetings.

She also went on to say that negative energy is a bad thing, and we should try not to emanate it if at all possible. If we are not happy with our job, or her management style, or anything else in any way, we should go and find another job and she'll be happy to help us out by giving a good reference.

I need more Dilberts. She'll want something to read to keep her occupied when everyone else is gone.