August 2, 2005
So I had lunch with Kofi Annan today, the guy who’s “in charge” of the place, after he “presented me with my credentials.” Gee, thanks, now I feel like I really have the job. Douchebag.
Softened him up by asking if his son’s looking forward to a little “butt love” in the slammer. I don’t think the guy’s used to a strong hand - after all, he’s used to “excuse me” diplo-dorks like “Pow-wow” Powell. [note: What is it about guys who actually served in the military that turns ‘em into such ginormous pussies? Somebody oughta write a book…]
My staff is falling into place. Had to go medieval on one girl who was a little pushy about trying to make me read the last ambassador’s binders. Like I’m here to drink tea with this bunch of wheedling little do-nothings. The girl was a real bitch about it, though, until I pushed her desk over and put some mustache in her face. If she comes back tomorrow, she’ll be arriving without Attitude. It sucks that I have to worry about being an effective management-type while also herding these little foreign fruitcakes, but that’s the job.