“Elmo not want this. Elmo reallllly not want this. Why you do this to Elmo?”
[Bored, in a meeting, and for some reason there’s a bucketful of toys next to my chair . . . the next thing I know I’m waving Elmo around by the neck at the end of a little mechanical grabber and threatening him with a down-check if he doesn’t cough up his project status Right F—ing Now, and why are all your bugs late?
Reason #48 why I’m not in management.]