Based on Greece 2002
Michalis Rakintzis — S.A.G.A.P.O.
Mon (day day day day)
At the office I’ve arrived (hope no Michelle)
My laptop out of bag and docked (oh crap, she’s in, in)
What’s my password (my password? My password? My password? My password?)
Now (let’s think v. hard)
I did change last Friday eve (was on the wine)
When the monthly prompt arrived (Hate that thing so, so)
What’s my password, my password, my password, my password?! (help!) My password?!?
What, what, what the hell did I put?
Was it S, 3, 2, dollar sign, O?
No! No, no, ticket to IT:
“Please reset and for sure let me know”
Here’s Michelle, looking smug as hell
“Did you check IVA? VAT?”
Fuck, logged in, 56 unread
Saw my invoices, all wrong, God please!... (help!)
[Frustrated stomping]
Changed (pace, ways, and fate)
All the sudden working fast (files stamped, piles halved)
Organised and streamlined (done right, precise, nice)
Tomorrow's work (and next day's, and next week's, and next month's, and beyond)
Praise ("Great, Dave! Firm's saved!")
Single-handedly outdone (Q1 forecast)
Downward revenue rebound ("Wow - how?" They bow now)
Thanks to the stomp (Must have spawned skill hormones from my bones. Who'd have known?)
Celebrate, bosses gather round
By next month I will be CEO
Take a call, it's IT, what now?
"It's all good, I don't need anymore!"
"Dave (soz, late), got your ticket now"
"And good news, we recovered your code"
"It's: MichelleIsAMassiveWhore"
"... underscore, eight" and speaker is on
Damn