I WORKED FOR A MURDERER!

This was a post "birthday" entry.

I promised to tell you about the murder and share my thoughts on the rich feeding the richer, and promises I keep

ELLIOT MURDERED HIS FATHER

This was a pre-birthday shocker, it happened a week before my 44th. My Mr Nice bozz decided to call it quits with the world at large and he chose to end it in absolute style and glamour.

NICE SHY GUY

He was a shy guy, please and thank you person, quiet and sweet. He was 51 and seemed like everything was going ok with his career and love life.

I mean what would any guy want to ask for more than what he's got? BMW, sexy Ukrainian dancer girlfren (notice I how spelt it?), estranged wife not bugging him no more, elite position in the company, great co-workers (especially me, of course!), wonderful supporter and caring bozz, great pay.

NOT PARTICULARLY NORMAL

I did, however, felt he was a little strange though. That he wasn't the usual MDs. I mean the guy didn't know two hoots about how to manage the company. He didn't guide us, he didn't make decisions, he absolutely didn't want to do a thing about anything.

Good for us but the problem was that he was totally ignorant on the things he needed to do.

COMPUTER ILITERATE MD

He couldn't even use the computer let alone manage the email systems! Amazing!!

I mean talk about having nothing to do at the office, I had to breast feed him (save the literary imagination there).

Such was to show him 5 times how to attach a file, or even find the folder (he had about 5 folders on his desktop), the same one for everytime he asked to locate.

The best computer joke was when he asked if he could write on a blank screen. So when I opened the blank word file for his use, he asked, "Where are the lines?" Huh? Hello? Earth to Elliot!

Where has he been?

I wonder what he does with the new notebook he had at home? Right now, it's in the cops custody. They should be enjoying all the pictures of the Ukranian dancer! Nyak Nyak Nyak!

SHE LEFT HIM AND USED HIS CASH FOR A CONDO

She is now back in the Ukraine, owning the property he paid for her when he last visited her homeland with her. We are not sure if she actually knows about his whereabouts!

ELLIOT AT HAPPY HOSPITAL

Elliot is now happily residing at the Happy Hospital, Fruitty Land! He has totally forgotten what he had done and trying hard to read the Bible without his glasses (the cops took it away for fear he might use it on himself, err, not on his eyes but maybe take it apart and speed up his way to heaven to join good ol dad)

THAT MORNING IT HAPPENED

Elliot left us a month ago and refused to see anyone except for good 'ol dad, so much so that he drove him deeper into what we believed to be a very unnoticed depression.

One morning good 'ol dad went into sleeping Elliot's room to ask for help on a wound afflicted during a vegetable cutting session the day before.

Some how or other, he must have said the most appropriate word and wham, he got slam dunked on the floor, face down, with a belt around his neck. Elliot choked him to death till his nose and mouth bled. He probably didn't realise it because good 'ol dad's was faced down.

NEW CHAPTER, NEW STAR

Elliot then started a new chapter in his life. Right after, he walked downstairs and confessed his sudden hobby to the security guards who, of course, called the cops, who were conveniently located next door.

Before you could say, "hello?" they were there, the press were there, the lawyers were there and the tv crew were there and Elliot became the overnight star!

I saw him on the news that night, being taken into custody, he was calm, like always. In his white shirt, sadly being cuffed and led to the police car.

The press splashed it all over with rotten incorrect news (what's new?) We were told before reading about it from all over.

WAS I A GOOD ADDITION OR NOT?

I was shocked, totally shocked and a little regretful that had I not forced him to talk about it when I noticed his strange behaviour. But Elliot wasn't the kind to share his feelings, everything was bottled up and we didn't make any easier but the good Lord knows that we had to get things going at work and we didn't have any other choice but get on with things instead of letting his procrastinations take the better of the company!

UNDECLARED MD DEFACTO

Someone had to take charge and take charge we did. We couldn't depend on an MD that sat in the office day after day, staring into the inbox of the email with his doors closed from 9-6!

I had to informally assume his role, doing all his reports, strategising with the team, composing and submitting regional performance reports.

Tsk, Tsk! one of which was commended and used as an example to be best report submtted by senior management - I did it in his name. He was as good as a statue, contributing incoherent stuff (I still have the draft of his "Return of the Jedi, him being the Jedi. Must have been an avid fan of Star Wars). I had to change it all to make him look good. Certainly boosted my inner ego, when the CEO said it was the best written! Hah!

ROOM IS TABOO

His stuff is still in his office, uncollected, untouched.

We have an infamous person's belongings waiting to be picked up.

No one goes into the room.

Typical of our race to think of the worst things that may happen if one steps into a bad luck place. Brenda went into the room once and Love just told her off for doing so and so when Brenda fell ill, the room was blamed! Amazing!

WIFE IS STILL THE BEST - DOORMAT!

All in all, something good did come out of it after all.

His estranged wife has been by his side right after his arrest and his friends are footing the bill for the country's best leading lawyer to prove him insane to save him from the gallows.

May God be with you Elliot

We think of you day after day and hope for the best!

Sorry no time to spellcheck for errors. Gotta go practice my song for the competition. I need the RM5000 plenty of stuff to fix up!