January's Disgruntled Employee of the
Month: Renee Kincaid
GARY NEWBRUNSWICK: Renee? Can you hear me all right?
RENEE KINCAID: Yes, loud and clear. Nice to hear a friendly voice.
GN: OK, the hookup seems to be working fine on this end too.
RK: Good, good.
GN: So, congratulations on being named Disgruntled Employee of the Month.
RK: Thank you.
GN: Tell us what you do.
RK: I'm the manager of a Cap'n Wacky's Boatload of Jokes novelty shop,
store #2,487.
GN: And tell us where you're located.
RK: On the Victoria Land area of Antarctica. Near the Ross Sea.
GN: And, more than the manager, you're the whole show at that location,
right?
RK: Yes, I'm the sole employee of 2,487.
GN: So you do it all.
RK: Yes.
GN: That's pretty impressive that you can keep that store operating all by
yourself!
RK: Well, I can see why you might think so, Gary, but really it's not.
GN: Oh, you don't need to be so humble.
RK: I'm not being humble, Gary. I'm just saying it's easy to manage
because there is nothing to do! We don't have any customers!
GN: Well, I know the economy is still a little slow right now.
RK: Uh, maybe. But I think the chief factor might actually be the fact
that I'm in goddamn Antarctica and there's no one down here!
GN: No one?
RK: Well, there are some scientists down here in research stations, but
they're not exactly potential customers.
GN: Why not?
RK: Several reasons. Mainly because: one, they're scientists. Two, they
hardly ever leave their stations and if they do it's not because they need
black mouth gum or a fake jar of peanuts full of springy snakes.
GN: Ha ha. I love that gag.
RK: Gary, please close this store. It's insane.
GN: That's not really my department.
RK: Please. Talk to someone. I'm going crazy down here and there's just
no reason for this store.
GN: Hey, there's always a need for laughter.
RK: I mean there's no need to be at this location!
GN: Yeah, but look at it this way: there's no competition!
RK: Because there ARE NO CUSTOMERS!
GN: Yeah, but if there ever are, we'll be there ready for them.
RK: No one is ever coming.
GN: But if they do -
RK: Please, please find a way to stop this.
GN: Hey, do you ever see any penguins?
RK: Gary, I go months and months without hearing the sound of another
human being's voice. It's so cold down here. Sometimes I think the cold
is changing me somehow. Like maybe I'm getting harrier than I was or
maybe time is moving more slowly for me. Sometimes I think of the ice as
not a collection of connected pieces of frozen water, but of one solid,
living thing and that that living thing hates me. Sometimes I think I'm
going insane.
GN: Well, you know what I always say: "you don't have to be crazy to work
here... but it helps!"
RK: Gary, please...
GN: I saw that on a wall-hanging in someone's cubicle. I forget who.
RK: Gary...
GN: Cracked me up, I'll tell you.
RK: Let me come home.
GN: Well, I think we're about to lose the satellite signal, so we'd better
sign off now.
RK: The ice will get me.
GN: Say "hi" to the penguins!
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