“This is a meeting to review your progress,”
says the HR person, sitting with my boss
on the other side of the table.
“Okay,” I say.
“How do you feel you are succeeding in your mission?”
They stare at me, unsmiling.
A number of factors are conspiring against me.
I don’t know how I feel about things, generally.
I doubt any of us ever really succeed in anything.
And I can’t remember what my mission is.
What I do have going for me,
the ace up my sleeve,
is my skill in bullshitting my way out of trouble.
“It’s a good question, and I’m glad you ask,” I say.
“I’d actually be very interested to hear your thoughts.
That way I’ll be able to tailor my response,
addressing any particular priorities or concerns.”
I smile at them.
“No thanks. You first,” says my boss.
My gaze wanders to the open window.
It’s only a short drop down to the flower bed.
I could be in Paris by dusk.