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Slacking - Third Meeting [Friday, Period 1]

It was possible that students might be noticing a trend with the whole sunglasses on and feet up on the desk thing. But considering that this was only the third week he'd been doing it, it was at least theoretically possible that they weren't. The fact that it was still an act rather than being Max actually taking a nap was something of a small miracle by this point. After all, it was a rather comfortable position and he did tend to be lazy. There was one thing different about this week, though, and that was that Max's feet were actually propped up on an alligator. Said alligator seemed to be snoring. Whether Max had found the alligator there and just decided that the opportunity was too good to pass up, or whether he'd passed it on his way to work, knocked it out, and brought it with him... well, that was anyone's guess.

"So," he began, sitting up abruptly once everyone had arrived, "there's a famous military maxim, one I assume you're all familiar with. 'No your enemy'." He looked around. "Simple and sound advice, really. It turns out that what is true in war is true in most of the rest of your life too, and this is no exception. The most effective way to slack is to understand how those idiots who want you to do stupid things think. Hopefully you can do that without becoming such an idiot yourself."

The alligator on Max's desk stirred and he glanced over at it long enough to frown and bop it soundly on the head hard enough to send it back to its snoring.

He looked around the room thoughtfully. "Now, I'm sure that all of you have been around enough to have encountered at least one person who is precisely the sort of terrible manager that gives rise to slacking, and today you are going to try to get into that person's head. You will devide yourselves into pairs and come up with some sort of goal together. Then you will take turns brainstorming the sorts of instructions an incompetent manager would give which would prevent you from attaining your goal as well as discussiong techniques for working around those instructions."

Max's smile turned amused. "Before you leave, each pair should come tell me what goal it was they decided to work toward." He probably just wanted to know because he was curious. Yeah. That was it. Curious.

Yep.

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With your alligator fighting face!

Claire ~~Bennet~~ Butler

Effy Stonem

Hannibal King

Helen Haras-Uquara

Fiona Post

Prince Edward

Valentine Wiggin

Marvel! (at Max's new pet alligator) Wonder! (about how long before it tries to eat him)

Or, if you're inclined, actually listen to the lecture. As per usual, Max isn't really worried about you paying attention.

Claire was starting to wonder if this class was going to actually be useful to her in life.

Because she was getting the feeling that the teacher was a bit insane.

That was...an interesting pet to say the least. Hannibal decided he'd just keep his distance. He didn't need to be dinner.

That... was definitely an alligator, and Effy was keeping a close eye on that while she listened.

Breakfast? Was not going to be her.

Fiona, as she'd been doing for most of the morning, made sure it was an alligator and not a crocodile. She didn't think it was Soukh, but who could tell when it came to size? Her sapphire had shrunk, after all.

Edward considered that ungodly looking beast; did it snap its jaws at him, he would have to kill it. Or at least seriously maim it. Strange that it was a pet.

And fight crime! Or, you know, do the activity. Try to pick an activity that will be fun to do as a player. Characters are free to think it's a terrible idea but go with it because it's 'just one class assignment'.

Okay, this might not be so bad, right? Claire looked for a partner.

Effy was, as usual, looking thrilled at the prospect of teamwork. Someone was going to have to approach her, rather than the other way around.

Fiona wandered over to Effy since, well, why not? She was the assistant. If someone looked like they didn't want a partner, she would do the unfortunate duty.

"Any idea for a goal?"

"Not really managerial material," Effy replied, cocking her head as she looked at Fiona. "Do you?"

"I could use my old boss," she offered, "he was a jerk."

"Never really had a job," she admitted. No personal experience to call on, really. Selling drugs to people really didn't count in her opinion.

"What was his sort of task?" she asked after a moment.

"Busing tables? That's what I usually had to do. He was usually trying to pull me away to do 'private training' to be a hostess."

Which really hadn't worked out for him at all.

That... sounded a little weird, even to Effy. She was the sort of girl who hung around dark alleyways. Creepy was her thing.

"Works for me," she said after a moment. "Being bugged about private training has to be one of those things a dumb manager would do to distract from decent slacking."

[omg, no worries; today was full of alligators!]

"He was handsey," she said with a scrunched up face, "and a jerk who worked us both harder than we should have been because I kept saying no. He tried to fire us both to cover up the fact that he'd practically assaulted me."

"You quit?" Effy sort of assumed the answer was 'yes', and hopefully followed by 'and kicked him in the junk'.

Hannibal hadn't had many jobs but he'd had some crappy managers at those jobs. This shouldn't be too hard.

"Any bad manager you might like to talk about?" Helen asked?

"I'd talk about any of them since they were crap," he said and snickered. "Most of them were there to throw their weight around even if they were making just over minimum wage."

"YOu've worked quite a bit then?"

"Not huge amounts but I've had an odd job or two," he told her. "You can't start working in the States until you're sixteen. Fifteen if you have a work permit."

"I've never actually had a job before I came here," Helen admitted. "And no one really supervises me at The Gig. But some of the priests back home could be... a bit overbearing."

"The managers I had were mostly just trying to prevent the workers from mutinying or crap like that," Hannibal said, shrugging. "Talking back to him and crap. What were the priests trying to prevent?"

"Me from having a life?" Helen suggested with a smile.

"They can't stop that now, can they?" he asked.

Helen smirked a little. "No, they can't, can they. I don't think they took that into account."

Someone didn't understand the assignment. That someone would just be sitting over here, watching everyone else do theirs.

One of these days Max will muster the effort to actually make her do something. Or introduce her.

Or maybe he'll just realize that having a minion means he can totally actually take a nap during class.

Fiona was around, nonetheless, and starting to wonder if perhaps she should go remind him that she was his assistant.

Just do it quietly. It wouldn't do to wake up the alligator, after all.

Unless you think that'd be funny.

Mmmm.... Alligator!

Maybe you meant "Know your enemy"?

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