“How long have you had to work like this?” Phil asked. Most people came to work in very casual clothes, so the SkyTech logo on his shirt made him the most official-looking person on site.
“Always,” Chris sighed. “Here, anyway.”
“Why did you stay?”
“You’re the second person to ask me that. Do I smell bad or something—why are you all trying to get rid of me?”
Phil laughed. “I just know I wouldn’t have put up with this for a week, let alone a couple of months. I can’t see how you get anything done.”
“Video is a new division. They hired me to head the video department because they didn’t have one, but then they refused to listen to me because they know better.”
“Ah. So you were explaining the ocean to a prairie dog in Wisconsin who had never seen an ocean and therefore insisted the world was flat.”
“Exactly. If that same prairie dog had interviewed for two months to find the right person to Captain the sailboat first, and then insisted there was no ocean.”
Phil laughed. “The good news is once I say all the same things you’ve been saying, they will listen. And they might listen to you more in the future given that I just proved you right.”
“We can hope,” Chris smiled. “I would be thrilled just to be able to do my job.”
“Well, that part I can promise,” Phil said, “as long as Greg and the Powers That Be approve it.”
Chris laughed. “They’ll approve it. Or Monica will have another CC accident.”
“What?”
“Long story.”