New Hire!

Way back when Farmer left this job, Lightyear started in on the Golfer to hire a woman to replace him. His exact words were something along the lines of, "This is your chance! You gotta find you a tall leggy blonde! It don't matter if she can work the keyboard or not!"

Well, we have new positions open now. Two are waiting to be hired, but two have been filled by He-Without-A-Nickname-Yet, and She-Without-A-Nickname-Yet. Yes, that's right... she's not a blonde, but she's a "she".

Lightyear nearly wept with joy. He walked in to say hi, and saw She-Without-A-Nickname-Yet sitting near my desk. Lightyear displayed his usual cool discretion. Eyes wide, he pointed a finger directly at She-Without-A-Nickname-Yet and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Golfer, you did it! You hired a woman! Good for you!"

She-Without-A-Nickname-Yet nearly fell out of her chair laughing.

The next day, Lightyear confided in me, "I do wish Golfer had gotten a blonde."

I guess you can't make everybody happy all the time. :)