So, yeah. It is day 17🇲🇿. Seventeen whole days of this flag crisis. I went to the stock market this morning and did some regular adult transactions, but honestly, I threw my corporate mask in the trash because it was getting way too sweaty inside the office. It is time to go back to being a pure business powerhouse.
Since standing outside his door didn't make the graphics fix happen, today I changed my entire administrative approach.
I didn't even yell this time. I just walked straight into the kitchen, found the shared office fridge, and initiated a high-level corporate audit.
Listen to me, Vatou. If the Mozambique flag isn't pixel-perfect by the time the big hand hits the twelve, here is the new executive action plan:
First of all, I am taking your lunch. I saw that sandwich with the little toothpick in it. It is corporate property now. I will literally eat it right in front of the water cooler while making eye contact with your secretary.
Second, I am changing the Wi-Fi password to something you will never guess. It's going to be "business123" but with a capital B. Good luck doing your server coding stuff when you can't even connect to the local area network. You will have to just sit at your desk and look at a blank screen.
I also brought my biggest, heaviest binder from the accounting department. It is completely empty, but it looks incredibly important. If you don't fix the graphics today, I am going to slam it down on your desk every ten minutes while you are trying to look at spreadsheets. Think of the acoustic disruption to your workflow, Vatou.
He looked up from his keyboard and asked why I was holding a sandwich that clearly didn't belong to me. I just looked right at his shirt pocket and told him that international trade compliance requires sacrifices, and right now, his lunch is accounts receivable.
Fix the flag today. Seriously. I am running out of room in my briefcase for all these player complaints and things to write about, and it's making my arms tired.