Huge Pink Elephant…it’s right there.
I haven’t blogged in the last couple of days because I’m stressed. There is a huge pink elephant in the middle of the room at my workplace. I have been busy pondering what to do about the extremely large pink elephant. It takes up a lot of room.
It’s possible it could be fixed by one of us yelling the equivalent of “The emperor has no clothes!” but that’s not likely. The Emperor in this case is perfectly aware there are no clothes and if it were pointed out, I’m quite sure the guillotine would make an appearance.
I could perhaps declare it High Noon, pick up a glove, and slap somebody across the face. Except I’ve never been good with the verbal quick draw, and wouldn’t survive the fight.
I could attempt a coup. That could possibly work. But coup d’etats tend to get overthrown without enough military support. Not sure how much support I’d gather.
I could pretend to work in American Politics and try political manuverings and offerings of support. But as I said, verbal word wrangling is not my forte, and neither is politics. Especially woman politics.
And why is it my place to fix it, anyways? Perhaps I should just put up and shut up… and be driven mad.
*sigh* no easy solution to this, I fear. The Emperor Has No Clothes and is sitting on the Huge Pink Elephant that currently suffocates the room.