And not one of those cool dreams where you wake up refreshed and feeling great like one of those neato flying dreams but more like some dark and terrible dream somebody else came up with like in that trippy movie Inception.
Kinda seems like I just woke up from some messed up, horrible dream inside a dream and it turns out the old Sheriff is still the Sheriff since he's still in charge of scheduling vacations and stuff according to Francis. Unfortunately the old Sheriff isn't doing such a bangup job at scheduling these days but who can blame him since he hasn't been back to the office for around six months?
Clearly the scheduling snafu isn't Francis fault, he's a complete buffoon who shouldn't be entrusted with the simplest of intellectual chores involving other people so obviously the old Sheriff blew it with Francis' staff and got their vacations cancelled this month with three weeks left in July...
Holy shit that was the dream too! The old Sheriff isn't the Sheriff anymore and here we are stuck in freaking limbo with the whack job that wants us to think this is reality and the fucker still can't handle scheduling or taking responsiblity for his foulups. The worst part is Francis doesn't even care that he's screwed up the plans of guys that work for him.
But deep down inside we know this isn't real like its supposed to be. This is some utterly crackerdog swerve on reality that just won't hold and those incredibly unlucky shmos working for him get to suffer for it.
Francis says next month is the same deal and he's got more of the old Sheriff's staffing issues to deal with. I guess he'd better figure it out lickety split since next month he has to go to court to face a lawsuit from those same COs he just pooped on while blaming it on the old Sheriff.
Ain't that a coinkydink.
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