Reginald strutted up to Josefina’s desk and proclaimed, “You and me? We got a problem.”
Josefina held her right index finger in her ear and her left in the air. It was the universal signal of “one moment please; I am presently on the telephone.
This enraged Reginald to the point where he deliberately tipped over Josefina’s pencil cup, scattering two pencils and nearly four pens across her desk.
“Thanks for getting back to me so soon. I’ll give you a call next week.” Josefina took the device out of her ear and turned her attention to Reginald. “What’s up, Reg?”
“You and me have a problem!” Reginald insisted.
“Oh,” Josefina replied, righting her pencil cup and replacing the pens and pencils.
“I’ve been the top accountant in this industry for the last five years! You think you can just waltz in here and be top dog?” He knocked into the cup again, but this time it just wobbled in a circle.
“I waltzed?” she asked, steadying the cup.
“I’ve seen your productivity. I saw your last performance review. What makes you think that I’m just going to sit by and let you take my spot?”
“I don’t- Is this a parking thing? Because I bike here.”
“You and me, we have to settle this. Straight accounting, one on one. No computers. No calculators. Just pencil and paper. This Sunday!”
“We don’t work on Sundays.”
“In a steel cage!”
“Is that the room in the basement with the Christmas decorations?”