My time traveling cronies, the Flat Astronauts are in perilous crisis. Our Sax player, the illustrious Vapor Fellow has decided to persue a solo career. The rest of us have elected to have an emercency council meeting to debate the future of the organization. Without Vapor, our live gigs are severely compromised.
In the meantime, in my daily corporate grind, I'm going through the hell of boot licking, overwhelmed by HP spreadsheet and gory calculations. One of the members of my team, BE is being pulled by an EVP into a new position, leaving the War Room turrets unmanned and vulnerable to attack!
In the meantime, in my daily corporate grind, I'm going through the hell of boot licking, overwhelmed by HP spreadsheet and gory calculations. One of the members of my team, BE is being pulled by an EVP into a new position, leaving the War Room turrets unmanned and vulnerable to attack!