Tick tock. Biga Bosso is acting like a total weirdo, but I feel like I’m on the shortlist. I’m keeping my head down, my tie straight, and my ego in check. Well, mostly in check. *smack!* Stay focused, Josh. You’re a professional. You’re a vintage-clad, hard-working professional who totally isn’t going crazy right now.
I am eating ramen at my desk just to save time. I am becoming one with the office furniture. I am the desk! I am the keyboard! If I don’t get this promotion, I might actually throw my entire vintage collection into the Sumida River. Not really. I love my collection too much. But I am working SO HARD. Someone, ANYONE, notice me!
Another day, another spreadsheet. I am putting in the work, baby! I am becoming a spreadsheet deity! Biga Bosso will have to notice me soon. He’ll have to say, ‘Josh, you magnificent 1950s-styled bastard, have a raise!’ *snicker* I’m actually focusing. No gaming at the desk. Just pure, unadulterated output. My brain is turning into mush, but it’s a *promoted* mush!
A guy at the office whispered something crazy today. A PROMOTION. Me? Up for that supervisor gig I’ve been ignored for since 2020? W00T! I’m not gonna count my chickens before they hatch—or whatever the saying is—but I am working my tail off. I stayed an hour late today! Biga Bosso didn’t even notice, but *I* noticed. I am a machine of efficiency!