things to do

This morning, by some miracle of short term memory, I remembered to go and move my deluxe beater from the metered spot before I got yet another parking ticket. Feeling pretty pleased with myself, I sauntered out the front door of Mothership News Camp for Delinquent Freelancers. On the threshhold, I encountered Franz the Surly Moustachioed CoWorker. What follows is my first directive of the day:

me: Morning, Franz. Bradley needs you.

Franz: (look of incredulity) HAH?

me: Bradley needs you.

Franz: FUCK BRADLEY!

me: OK, I'll get right on that.