Every now and then I come dangerously close to writing a Dilbert. I worry that this one takes me further in that direction than I’ve ever been, despite the “dammit” at the end. My intent is not to lump all managers and marketing personnel into an “ignorant time-wasters” category for lulz, but to suggest that dealing with a tight schedule by instituting “helicopter management” or otherwise increasing hand-holding from the upper echelons never seems to produce the desired result.
Plus, backsies are bullshit, dammit.
This one’s inspired by conversations with our ever-glorious webmistress Sara Trice, who has complained repeatedly about the evils of “can’t we just.”
MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF TODAY’S STRIP: That’s fucked up.
SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT: You’ve said that before. In fact, that’s probably your most-used assessment.
MRS. SHOEBOX’S RESPONSE TO SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT: Well, it is! It’s fucked up! And the other one you showed me is even more fucked up!