My boss’s boss is a dude named Patrick Daugherty and he’s a pretty big deal where I work. He’s a VP of something or other – not sure what, now that I think about it. He’s such a big deal that he actually had the balls to call me out on supposedly “half-assing” this whole vote for the Super Bowl Turkey Sandwich thing.
After a meeting this week, he pulled me aside and said, “Did you get my comment on your blog?” I said, “no.” “Well, I left one and I think you really screwed the pooch on this one. You call yourself a marketer and you give us these boring-ass, no theme Turkey Sandwiches to choose from? I think it’s bullshit. And on top of that, you never even mentioned in your post about Perry’s Deli. I bought you that sandwich and that’s what I get? Poor form, Stewart, poor form.”
He went on to point out that I could have had a New York Deli-style sandwich where I pile a shitload of Turkey on Rye. Or I could have done a Turkey Sandwich with some roast beef bullshit like they do in Boston. Or I could have done something with an Indianapolis theme – not that I even know what that could be – but he thought that would be a good idea.
The fact of the matter is that this is MY BLOG and I can do whatever the hell I want. When it comes to Turkey Sandwiches, I don’t have to bow to some dude just because he has a couple letters before his name. I’m the CEO of this bitch and can do whatever I want.
But I am gonna call this whole thing off because you people don’t know what you’re talking about. The Philly Turkey Sandwich ran away with the voting and I don’t want to make that sandwich. I’m gonna make that Queso Smothered Turkey Sandwich…Remember? I’m CEO.