El Jefe is normally a reasonably happy-go-lucky sort of fellow, and things are normally pretty cool in Cuidad El Jefe, land of happily productive workers, peasants, and secret police, and an occasional feudal overlord (c'est moi), all meeting their Five Year Plan goals. But I just asked somebody in my office if I had a gianormous vulture on my shoulder.
It's just been one damn thing after another, so it's probably a big, ugly, smelly, vulture. closely resembling all the obnoxious people I've ever and never met. Hmmmm, now that you mention it, it does look a bit like a Stop-and-Go clerk. Say, is that Mad Jad ?
No such luck. Blogging will resume when morale improves.