PSA

Good morning,

The Committee met this morning, and they were in almost complete agreement. Today will be, without a doubt, beyond a shadow of a misgiving, with absolute, total, undeniable, unimpeachable, irrefutable, categorical assured-ness: Good.

So, make any changes you need to in order to fulfill this decree.

Tommy, the "walking thesaurus" Decider, Estlund

PSA

Good Morning,

The Committee had a long and fruitful weekend. They were able to get much done, and feel that they no, therefore, deserve a break. So, because they are a bunch of lazy, slacker, no-good, chumps, (or laslnogoch's, for short) they are now, get this, giving you the opportunity to decide for yourselves what today is going to look like. (Talk about shirking responsibility...)

However, since I am not so inclined to think that that is what you need, I'm going to go out and throw one for one. Today will be: Motivational. I'm going to share with you all a little nugget of wisdom I learned in 7th grade art class: "If at first you don't succeed, try try again. But, then quit, because there's no use being a damn fool about it." (No, it has nothing to do with art, and I certainly didn't learn it from the art teacher; it was the kid next to me.)

That is all.

Carry on,

Tommy, the "pulling stuff out of his arse" Decider, Estlund

No time for "good morning's"...

Listen up people....it's Friday...and you know what that means...we just gotta get through a few more hours....the Committee has recommended employing ordnance tactics in order to get through today unscathed...so, you know, that means today's outlook isn't good...but, on the other hand, it is Friday, so....as long as we can get through the next few hours...things will be ok...so...find a good bunker to hunker down in, and...God willing, we'll see you tomorrow.

God's speed, faithful reader...

Tommy, the "Breaking communication now" Decider, Estlund

Greetings,

The Committee would like to apologize for the lateness of the decision today. Apparently, everyone on the Committee thought that it was Annabelle's day to forward their decision to me, and Annabelle thought it was Jeffrey''s day. (Jeffrey, incidentally, actually thought it was his day, but apparently just didn't care enough to do anything about it. Slacker. You know how it is, when you're the son of the head of the Committee, you just feel like you don't have to do any work whatsoever. Ugh.) (Oh, man...The Committee isn't going to like that I'm broadcasting so much of their private business; Well, I say it's their own fault. I haven't gotten a raise in, like, forever. I mean, not even a cost of living increase. It's not like this job is easy. I mean, I literally have to make stuff up EVERY day. The Committee just doesn't respect the work I do.) (On second thought, the Committee is probably going to like me complaining about them even less then they liked me airing "behind-closed-doors" affairs...uh oh....hey, look! A fluffy dog!)

Today's gonna be: awesome. And, Thursday.

Tommy 'the he he he...a fluffy dog!!! Decider" Estlund

PSA

Greetings,

The Committee is actually still meeting. Quick! Everyone hide! It'll be fun, they won't know where we are when they get back!

No, seriously! Get underneath your computer desk, and pull the chair back in. You, the guy at Starbucks, jump behind the counter, quickly!

You there, on your phone, sitting on the toilet...first of all, that's gross, I don't even know you, and I had to think about you going twosies, thanks for that, and second of all, that's actually a pretty good hiding place, so....stay there. Until I say otherwise, stay there.

This isn't from the Committee, because they aren't back yet, but I'm thinking that today will be a good day to play tricks on people...so, you know....go with that. (Leave your "trick" stories in the comments...)

Tommy, the "Court Jester of Deciders" Estlund

PSA

Greetings,

The Committee met last night, and again this morning, to discuss today's outlook. Apparently, there were some complaints about yesterday's PSA, and the Committee has decided that they were being...well, perhaps a bit dramatic. Apparently, they overstepped their bounds, and many of you took exception to yesterday's particularly grim status. (Personally, I think you're all a bunch of whiny sissies who expect everything to be handed to you on a silver platter. Get over it people. Life isn't like that.)

But, I digress. (Unusual for me, no?)

So, in response to your response to yesterday's PSA:

Today will be raindrops and candy canes and puppy dogs and jolly rancher's out the wazzoo. (Wazoo? Whazoo? Huh...I have no idea.)

Anywho, enjoy your candyland day, you wankers.

Tommy, the "what crawled up his wazoo? Decider, Estlund

PSA

Greetings.

The Committee met last night, and...well, I'm sorry to say, the outlook is grim. You are going to be late to your job, your desk will have turned just a little bit, which will bother you, but in an undefined kind of a way, the coffee machine will be on the fritz, your favorite pop machine will be broken, and all of your favorite pens will either have dried up over the weekend, or the guy down the hall will have stolen them. (That jerk.)

Sorry.

Tommy, the "every man for himself" Decider, Estlund