Memories of Mr. Neff

I can't honestly remember if Mr. Neff and I ever associated in a non-work related capacity, certainly not since we were both associates. However, I do have some vague memories of a time when Mr. Neff was actually working on a case and not simply foisting off work onto people who actually show up for work six to seven days a week.

My other favorite memory of Mr. Neff was one time a while back when he came into the office late one night (I was still working to finish up a contract he had unceremiously foisted on me), clearly hopped up on some sort of hallucinogen, and proceeded to attack our then-functional coffee machine. I could hear him from my office screaming something about paisley colored goblins. I believe he thought the coffee maker was attacking him. The next morning Perry saw his beloved coffee maker and was quite distraught. Since then, we've gone through several more machines. I can only surmise how these other machines met their fate, and wonder how long this ridiculous espresso maker will surive.

Oh, maybe I wasn't supposed to tell that story on an open and public blog.