Sleeping Your Way to the Top
There are many tales in the world. Perhaps they are all cyclical. Perhaps they need to be told in order to be told again in a thousand years. This is a tale from a thousand years in the future but it actually happened ten years ago. Now I feel like Dr. Manhattan.

A young perky chap was at his first job. It was in an office, and he had very minor responsibility i.e. he could boss a secretary around but that was about it. He was quite technically minded this young chap, and quickly sought hi-tech solutions to his daily work chores. This young buck quickly gained a reputation as a magician in the office solutions field. After all, any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.*

This afforded him time to devote his attentions to that which he loved. Sleeping. Oh my stars and garters did this young turk love sleeping! It was his third favourite thing in the whole world and when you consider his top two favourite things you might understand the depth of his love.

With an antiquated laptop churning out accounts automatically via the magic of formulae and queries, this lad used to make himself scarce and sleep to his heart’s content. Alas, this happy time could not last and when the secretary found him huddled in a store cupboard with a pencil case as a pillow, trouble quickly ensued.

In danger of undoing all of his previous magic and technological achievements for his slothful ways and general turpitude our young fellow had to defend himself in the only way he could. With his young, tender, unformed, lying, brain. He claimed that his general work was of excellent worth and he had not missed any deadlines and that as a sufferer of narcolepsy with associated cataplexy he was being discriminated against.

The bosses that be flicked through various dictionaries and were aghast at this poor fella should suffer from such an unusual and dehabilitating condition. A medically trained aunt was coerced into providing a letter stating that he suffered from the above conditions. HR was informed and pillows and a blanket were provided at his desk. He was given a pay review after 3 months and was promoted after six months.

In due course he became head of the finance department. Thus, this was how this young chap slept his way to the top.






*obviously ACC’s Third Law
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Wed 14 Jan 2009, 11:18, 3 replies)

Oh I so wish I could get away with that
I'm yawning in the office while typing this reply to you now. Stupid job :)

Over chrimbo just gone I suffered from chickenpox, which is quite nasty in adult males and I was confined to the house for a good week. During this time I was litterally swaying from wide awake 1 minute to narcoleptic the next. I would literally close my eyes for a sec as I tried to ctach my breath and an hour had passed by. This made for a rather mental Christmas experience. Santa gave me narcolepsy :D
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Wed 14 Jan 2009, 11:33, closed)

I don't see the problem.
As long as the job for which he was paid got done, who cares what he did with the rest of the time?
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Wed 14 Jan 2009, 12:18, closed)

^
I think it might be the fact that he sometimes used to remove his trousers before he slept. He also used to loosen his shirt by about 7 buttons.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Wed 14 Jan 2009, 14:09, closed)