Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else
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Act II - Day 1
Prior events:
1. Mike is somewhere doing something so very important that it is stressing him out. He gets a call from DoD shindig agency, that basically goes like this: �Yo man, thanks for this chick. I mean, what the hell, why did you pass on her? She's top notch! And a token girl!�* Mike, not understanding this message, ignored it.
2. Mike is still somewhere doing something with increasing importance that is increasingly exponentially stressing him out. He gets a call from Miguel and The Organization: �Hey, thanks for her! We snagged her! Sucker! Jajajaja!�*.
But basically they were rubbing it in Mike's face that they won the war over me, without Mike even realizing there even was a war.
Ignorance was pure bliss in Mike's situation then. I knew the whole time I got the deal already.... I just waited for Mike to ask me if I got the award or not, so then we could proceed accordingly. We (the Boss and me) simply waited for Shit to Hit the Fan, so we could clean up the mess... we didn't want to deal with the Shit to PREVENT IT from Hitting the Fan.
Now, SHIT HITS THE FAN:
Day 1:
The Boss enters my quarters. �I was told that there has been Bob sighting in our hall.�
SHIT. Now, if Bob hears that I got the award, he shall repeat it to Mike, and Mike will kill us all with his Black Helicopters and his army and his... everything! �SHIT! I am running away. You deal with Bob, I ain't telling him I got this! He will repeat it to Mike and Mike will pop a vein!� I exclaim.
�What? Pop a vein? Where do you come up with �. Nevermind! Why the hell did he come here?!� The Boss questions.
I shrug my shoulders.
�Well.... be on the lookout.�
And I was. I did pretty well the whole day until Bob spotted me fifteen minutes before my day ended.
�Yo! Mike is super pissed at you!� Bob says hi.
�WTF did I do now?� I smile as pleasantly as I possibly could.
�He wants you to work for him this summer but you... you are dual citizen. Change yourself into pure American!� He says. Ah! My complicated citizenship! That will take me far. At least it shows they know nothing about my award.
�Yea yea, cool cool. I'll deal with it after the Conference.� I shoo him away. I warn my Boss that Bob approached me and it's clear that they have no idea that now I am under the contract that I CANNOT work for Mike.
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* not quoted verbatim.
1:06 a.m. - May 05, 2011
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