Once upon a time, a long, long time ago when our company wasn't owned by New York loan sharks--whoops, I mean, venture capitalists and people did not refer to other people by department (i.e. "ask Marketing, he'll know-- if not, go downstairs and see what Manufacturing says") they used real names like Angus and Herminone (of course no one ever worked here with those names-- I'm protecting the innocent) my job required me to travel quite a bit and interface (of course, back then we said, "meet"-- *sigh* so much has changed) with people in the field such as customers and sales folks.

Today? I travel, not so much. In fact, there is really no need for me to ever leave HQ and so I don't. Unless there's a way I can wangle a trip to Paris out of it.

ME (to boss): We'll be at a trade show in Iceland? Oh, well, maybe I should go-- I think Air France has a flight there. You know, through Paris.

And one of the things about traveling not so much is you lose touch with the CARDINAL LAW. And that is, of course, KEEP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT.

There is much information I have living as I do at the hub, at the very epicenter of our company and this is information that others do not have. Secrets and hush-hush things, and SUPER secret company information should never be discussed with anyone outside the inner sanctum. I know this. It is me, after all, who mandates everyone's signed non-disclosure before allowing them to sit in the super secret hush-hush meeting. So how COULD I have opened my big mouth and let a bird fly out? How? How?

*sigh* oh how easily the mighty fall *sigh*

It went like this:

Salesguy: blah, blah blah and why in the hell was Hermione put in charge of logistics?!! She doesn't know a thing about order entry, shipping, foreign shipments, I mean come on? What the hell?

ME: Yeah well, she's sleeping with the CFO. Whaddya expect?

Salesguy: *stunned look/gossip meter in RED* What? She is? They are?

ME: Oh fuck.

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