Call me Smokey

So it was the typical start of an office day. A small fire leapt into my bosses cube causing a brush fire, which burned to my bosses boss causing a forest fire. The Boss comes to me in a panic and lets me know that things are hot damn you Hot!! I tell her what I need and she herds off. 3 hours later she comes back and we have this conversation.

Boss: Hows that report coming?

I: Still need that thing.

Boss: Why didn’t you escalate this to me?

I: We talked about it 3 hours ago.

Boss: You made me aware of the situation but you didn’t let me know that it still was an issue.

I: I told you an issue and what I needed. This is the first I am hearing from you since.

Boss: You need to keep me more in the loop.

So this went on for a while and it became more evident that this was becoming a bigger and bigger deal in managements mind. The flames burned ever brighter. However here I am at the end of the day sitting feeling like my name should be Smokey the Bear. Issue is solved bad day averted.

Sometimes nothing feels better than pulling yourself from the mouth of flames.

Final thought

I wish my grass was emo so it would cut itself.