Overheard Today

Noncom1: An issue would be that I arrived here three weeks ago, and this past Friday was supposed to have a financial meeting. After a roomful of us sat there for 30 minutes we found out it had been canceled because of a short day. Maybe letting us know would have been nice.

Genspokesman: We couldn’t announce the short day because of the inspectors. Your first shirts should have known.

Noncom1: No one told me.

Noncom2: My first shirt didn’t know.

Noncom1: And so I’m still waiting to file travel vouchers.

Genspokesman: Well they should have known. But we couldn’t tell everyone because of the inspectors. And no one told you not to file travel vouchers.

Noncom2: I was specifically told not to until I met with financial.

O1C: Me too.

A1C: Me too.

Whole room: Yeah, us too.

Genspokesman: Well that was bad information. But doesn’t our system work great here?

Whole room: Dead silence

It was the funniest/saddest thing I’ve heard in awhile. They were so set on defending their system that they couldn’t even realize how broken it was. Funny, sad, it’s such a mad world.

~The Countess~

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