It was good Friday and Florence brought her grandson Evan into the office. Evan was an industrious lad of three. His grandmother knew that all he needed was a stamp pad, some paper and some white out.
I walked into Florence's office to see Evan carefully stamping things:"DRAFT", then, with infinite attention to detail he would gently cover the draft stamp over with white out.
DRAFT
white out
DRAFT
white out
DRAFT
DRAFT DRAFT
(at this point he was getting rather productive)then a generous white washing to cover the stamp.
I watched him with a mild sense of discomfort. That's my job!
I was really worried that he had been brought in by management to replace my important role in the organization. Why, if this guy can make draft documents and revise them what will I do?
I quickly took action. I rushed back to my cube and prepared a report.