Green Tea
Mitch keeps glancing at me. I wonder if he knows. I don't see how he could but he certainly seems like he's suspicious. At the head of the table, Bob drones on. These meetings are interminable. Bob's ideas are stale, his organizational skills - zilch. I estimate the company loses a hundred grand every time we meet. Bob's neck has to be on the chopping block. If not, it's time for me to look for another job. I don't want to work for a company stupid enough to keep Bob on as a division manager.I...