Hope, Bobbi and Warren

[xp_trance]

 It's Hope's turn to be the boss for a week.

 

1. Follow the dress code (see attached dress code)

2. Files typed on the computer and correctly filed according to the system.

3. Every has to submit one goal they like to work on for themselves in regards to XFI and how they wish to reach it. 

 

Hope watched in satisfaction as the mail appeared on her screen as sent. Many idea's had gone through her head, but finally she stuck to some basic things she had gotten from the HR class she has to take for her business minor. 

 

Bobbi read the email and scanned the dress code, nodding to herself as she did so. It seemed like a perfectly reasonable set of expectations for the week, which was a good thing. She saw Hope sitting at her desk and wandered over to her. 

 

"So, when do you need to have our goals submitted by?" 

 

"Hmm, how about in a day or three? I realize that is cutting it quite close, but I only have a week. But if they are good idea's I might be able to get Mr. Worthington to get to sign of it for long term." 

 

"Okay, I can do that," replied Bobbi. That should give then more than enough time to come up with a goal and present it to her, and, as she said, it might have a lasting effect on the team if approved for the long term. "Not a bad idea, Hope. Good work." 

 

"Lame idea," Warren said, devouring a bag of cheezies. "Who cares about goals? Why can't you all live in the moment like me?" 

 

"Scratch the signing of by him... have it signed off by Sue..." Hope noted to herself before turning around on her chair. "Because we cannot all be playboy billionaires who can rely on their father's money." She easily fired back. 

 

Warren shrugged.  Getting up out of his chair, he walked by both of them, still eating junk food. "And thank god for that. You'd both be terrible at it."  

 

Hope turned to look back at Bobbi. "I am tempted to start believing in alien pod people." 

 

"Mmmhmm, I've heard they really do exist. You can recognize them by their complete lack of modesty." Bobbi nodded to Hope with a straight face. "And their wings. They have wings too." 

 

Considering he was still annoyed with Bobbi for being annoyed with him, there was really only one acceptable answer.  He gave them both the finger, tossed his bag into the garbage and said "Peace out. Enjoy your boring lives with your boring rules. I would've thought you'd have had something sexy up there, Hope. Big disappointment." 

 

"Alien pod people indeed." Hope concluded after Warren had closed the door behind him with more force than usual. "Do you already have an idea of what goal's you would pursue for yourself, Bobbi?" 

 

"I do, I think. Something along the lines of practicing certain skills," Bobbi said, frowning slightly in concentration. "Maybe something involving dogs just for fun." Just because. 

 

Hope raised an her eyebrow, but she couldn't stop from grinning as well. "You wish to become the XFI K9 unit?" 

 

"Now there's an idea," Bobbi agreed with a snap of her fingers. "At least for one of the rules anyway. It'd be pretty awesome if we had a K9 member, wouldn't it?" She certainly wouldn't say no to that. 

 

"It's an interesting idea." Hope allowed, still grinning. "I just do not think we would have enough work. Now, if we could find someone like Kyle with a passion for being a private detective..."

 

Bobbi laughed. "Maybe someday, Hope. Some day." She chuckled and thought back to the rules again. "I'd better get back to work, I've got some files to type and file, according to the strict new boss."