Oh Bloody

#4: Flashbacks from Kill Bill

I just witnessed a massacre. Ours. You think I'm typing, but in reality, I'm in another place bleeding to death.

Our team just got clobbered in a defense. (I'm not a lawyer but over my working life, I've found myself having to act like one a lot of times.) Right now, I'm like "the Bride" in Kill Bill. She probably imagined walking down the aisle to meet her groom that day. It's in a dinky country bar setting but, hey, they say everything is pretty on your wedding day. Same day but several rounds of bullets after, she's on the floor swimming in blood and far from being pretty.

So far, this Friday has been just that. Bloody and not pretty at all. I imagined our team to be quite powerful: one brand person, two advertising agency guys and two technical people who knew things the first 3 members of the group wouldn't even bother jamming inside their heads. Turns out, the last 2 teammates assumed that the first three could pull everyone out with just razzle dazzle so they just plain didn't bother. Ah, the folly of presumption.

I am whistling the Kill Bill Whistle Song in my head now. (Yes, in my head because that is the only way I'll be able to whistle.) We will be back for the re-defense on Wednesday. Till then, I'll be calmly making my list inside a pink pick-up truck. (Well, that is, of course, after I get my big toe to wiggle.)