Crank It Up!

"Didja hear what happened in the sales meeting?"

My favorite sales account exec, the one who should work as a stand-up, is speaking in hushed tones in the doorway to my office. He looks both ways down the hallway to make sure there's no eavesdropping.

"Sharon came back and went nuclear on the GSM!"

"You're kidding?"

Sharon, an AE on the Classic Rocker in our cluster of stations, was banned from our building. She'd been suspended from work for being habitually late to appointments. Her boss suspected the problem stemmed from crank use. Oh, and there was this little thing about paranoia. She insisted her ex-husband arranged for the CIA to monitor her phone calls.

Anyway, the sales meeting was no more than five minutes underway when Sharon barged into the conference room.

According to my spy, she unleashed all of her fury on the GSM. Everyone else in the room sat in stunned silence.

"Listen you f'ing bastard, you can't fire me, because I don't f'ing work here anymore. I quit." According to my AE pal, she then went on a tirade about how inept a manager the GSM was, punctuating it with an insult about his manhood.

On drugs? You think?