Would You Believe?

I am just setting foot in the office today when one of the big office nags (president's assistant) stops me by yelling down the hallway and promptly tells me the new president--whose first day is today--wants to meet with me at 11. I didn't even try to be nice, just grumbled something like "that figures" and kept my back to her the whole time. Rule number 1 (how many times do we need to review this?): don't jump on me as I'm walking in the door. Rule number 2: what makes you think I give a flying fuck about this place?