boon

twelve gallons of water later, still no voice.

there are some benefits to missing a larynx. most important among them is that i don't have to answer the phone, which, after middle management, is the most pestilential thing in the office. making a call is a few baby steps away from passing the buck. corollary: most work gets rerouted to someone else when people discover that there is no way to get you on the line (e-mail, as all dilbert readers know, is only for correspondence that one doesn't mind being misplaced -- or that is meant to be misplaced). happily, in the monolithic organisation that is *****, there's always someone else around you to take up the slack, not that a good boy like myself would milk such a situation. now, where are those potato chips?