There is a small man that lives in my head. At some point, unbeknownst to me, he was elected and accepted the position of Executive. The only thing is, the background check must have been skipped because this dude lied about his qualifications .
This guy is supposed to be in charge, managing the place, but he just sits at his desk with his feet kicked up while below him…..the building is on fire. People are running. People are screaming. There are lights. There are sirens. The news is on the lawn. Meanwhile, Mr. Executive is looking up, trying to figure out why it’s raining inside….
So, all in all, I work in very inefficient, if not downright dangerous conditions.
I’m always the one trying to hold it together while the Executive is doing who knows what and these are the creative chronicles of that chaos.
The Executive of my Function 