If you missed Part 1 of the CMEslinger saga, you can click here to read it.
Part 2 (Scott)
It hadn’t always been like this, of course.
There was a time when the CMEslinger and the man in black were the industry’s dynamic duo, groomed by Phinneas not only to eventually take over his mantle, but to surpass his myriad accomplishments. They worked hand in hand on everything — project management, accreditation, outcomes, business development – there was nothing they couldn’t do. So feverishly did the CMEslinger and the man in black collaborate that they eventually knocked down the wall that separated their lavish offices so they could communicate through the mere expression on their faces.
Six satellite symposia in two days? No problem.
An unexpected visit from an ACCME site surveyor on Christmas Eve? Piece of cake.
That overzealous new employee who swore a P value of 0.08 was “good enough” for their company’s outcomes reports? They escorted her out the door arm in arm.
“Just remember boys,” Phinneas always told them. “The best of the good things are never great enough for you.”
But then came “The Incident,” and things were never the same. It was an unspeakable breach of trust that the CMEslayer refused to talk about with any of his four ex-wives. Even Ned, his favorite bartender at The Last Straw, got the cold shoulder when he asked, “Say there old timer, what happened to that friend of yours? Haven’t seen him ‘round these parts in a while.” The wounds were too deep, the damage too destructive.
Yet as the CMEslayer wiped his gritty hands on his black leather chaps, his soul couldn’t help but cry out as the memories of past glories flooded back. This was why he spurred on his palomino across the wind-swept plains, why he ignored the pangs of hunger in his ample belly, why he continued on for hours and hours getting closer…closer…closer to the final showdown.
The conference was in 36 hours and the man in black was far, far in the distance. He could no longer see the plumes of smoke from the 2014 Ford F250 rental, but he could see the scowl of the man in black on the horizon. He had to get moving.
CMEPALOOZA 
can i get the address to The Last Straw?
HILARIOUS!
While every town has its own version of The Last Straw, would you believe that the Google is telling me that there is not a single tavern actually called The Last Straw? That seems impossible, no?
it does seem impossible because that is an awesome name for a bar and how a lot of people feel these days!
the story is great. you guys are great. very entertaining 🙂