The trouble with my boss is that he sometimes confuses the concept of “initiative” with “the ability to read minds”.
He erroneously assumes that my colleagues and I possess the eldritch ability to navigate his profoundly non-linear filing system. I’m sure it makes perfect sense if you have the right kind of brain lesions, but I freely confess that it’s beyond my ken.
I only wish I was joking:
the other side of the mountain 
This man is ripe for political office. His advanced obfuscation skills can best be used serving the people.
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A fair point. I’d always envisaged him serving people in a “would you like fries with that?” kind of position.
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Um, your boss is a retard. (Yes, I know that is politically incorrect. But I calls ’em as I sees ’em.)
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I think you’re being too kind. I would have said he’s more of an imbecile than a retard.
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You hacked into my files! Now I’ll have to think of another way to “hide” things. I didn’t think anyone would guess my Swahili password…
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Far be it from me to criticise, but “moja mbili tatu nne” is pretty obvious.
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Kustahajabu!
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Gari langu linaloangama limejaa na mikunga.
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I bet you say that to all the ladies! 😉
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But there’s no ‘Budgie’ … huh?
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