The Marlborough man was slouching and leaning on the cubical wall. His McGyver hairdo, now grey, looked full from a distance but was a product of too much hair spray and it’s stiff wind resistance form hid a sparsely populated scalp. “Hey, Xy the badge police got you too”? “That’s X, Mr Marlborough”, I responded.” Yea, yea, Xy don’t get your panties in a wad”, came the reply. “Names are just superfluous identification that do not reveal the true nature of the item, or in this case, the individual described. Take your name for example, X was probably derived from the Latin xecatius that is loosely translated to be a murderous retch in the sub continent of eastern Europe. Now unless your family is hiding some deep dark past, which you hadn’t mentioned, I am sure that is an aleatory coincident. All in all, names are of no matter, because wouldn’t a rose be sweet, if it was named differently”? “No, no, the quote goes “That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet”. “You know, a rose smells sweet and Montague is just a name”, I joked. “I don’t truly understand what you are speaking of” responded Marlborough,” for I am but speaking for myself, you can quote ME on that”. The Marlborough Man spoke with those pretentious undertones of an over egotistical college professor, without the knowledge base. He seems to be a huge subscriber to “word of the day” and tried to use them as much as he could. Today’s must be aleatory, because yesterdays was superfluous. “So uh, Marlborough, are you going somewhere”? I questioned. His new manufacture’s distressed leather coat which was strung over one shoulder matched his J.C.Penney cowboy boots perfectly. “Smoke break”, he said. MBM always had a cigarette tucked behind his left ear and disappeared three to four times a day for 20 minutes smoke breaks, though I never saw him in the designated smoking area set up by our Corporate Mother. “Didn’t you just get here”? Respond I. “Besides, I need your input matrix for that vendor report before the end of the day”. “I’m glad you mentioned that”, MBM stated clearing his throat. “The challenge at the moment is providing a resolution to the issue in the short-term, which I question as being the successful solution". "Being that there are only two options currently available, I propose that a study is done on the value of the use of the matrix and it’s overall coherency to this proposal”. “I have consulted with Weasel Boy on this matter and will follow up with an email before the end of the day”. “So afterwards, let me know your thoughts and we can move forward from there”. “MBM, we have been over this numerous times, it is getting superfluous (trr…rump, bum, crash…in your face!), that matrix is a small but essential part of the vendor report , I need it before the end of the day”, I said with some annoyance. “Well, now that is what I call a pseudo-concise response". "I just don’t see the data as being RIO driven and feel sharing it in matrix form is poor communications” MBM came back with. “MBM, you have been working on this matrix for over a month". "As you are aware, the director of the Inner Circle of Hell wants it as part of the report”, I reminded him. “Well, I had worked on it exclusively yet then had to attend to other matters". "I will tweak what I have of a matrix form and pass the file onto you". "Please take the liberty of changing the format to justify the requirements and take ownership at that point”, MBM stated with the upmost authority.
Staring at the unwavering blue eye of God, I scream in solemn pray. "Open up the pearly gates and I shall follow the light to all eternity". "Mr. X, are you OK"? Came the response from security. "Yea, I’m just trying to remember where I parked my car".
