Suppose, as you show up at the office, someone asks you how you are. What do you do?
A common-enough dilemma. But consider this classic response (from “24”, Season VI):
Jack Bauer (calling in): “This is Jack.”
Bill Buchanan (coolly, as usual): “Jack. We haven’t been able to reach you. Are you all right?”
Jack: “Yeh, I’m fine. But all the members of the back-up team have been killed.”
Think what a hit you’ll make at work, with a come-back like that! A rueful grin, a “what can you say, it’s Monday” shrug, a nod that you’ll be soldiering on, even though every member of your back-up team has been killed.
("But enough about me. How was your weekend?")
[Note to the uninitiated: Being on Jack Bauer's back-up team is a little like being the "#3 in al-Qaeda" or "the new Number Two" on "The Prisoner": very high turnover.]
[Note to the uninitiated: Being on Jack Bauer's back-up team is a little like being the "#3 in al-Qaeda" or "the new Number Two" on "The Prisoner": very high turnover.]
Note: This post’s title is that of an excellent book by psychologist Eric Berne, which I much enjoyed in Berkeley, lo these many years ago. He also wrote the classic Games People Play. Out of sentiment and idle curiosity, I looked him up in Wikipedia… only to learn that he had been thrice divorced.
Qui custodiet ipsos custodes? Miserere nobis, domine.
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Office etiquette: More from “24”
Chloe (Season VI), to her hospital-bedridden husband, shortly after he has been brutally tortured by a team of sadistic terrorists: She slaps him, then says:
“Why don’t you stop feeling sorry for yourself, and get back to work!!”
[Note to the uninitiated: Contrary to what a normal person would think, this incident is not intended by the network to put Chloe in a bad light. The viewer is supposed to shout, “Yeh, what’s with that guy? What a pussy-wipe!”
This is, after all, the series that Dick Cheney beats off to.]
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Synthesizing these two lessons, we must discounsel any member of the IC from attempting to bug out of husbandly duties using that line:
Husband: “Sorry, honey, I’ll be late to dinner. All the members of my back-up team have been killed.”
Wife (slow burn; slapping her palm with a rolling-pin): “And just what sort of an excuse is that?”
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