In a land of endless meetings and pointless decisions, the Project Manager stood tall, like a shining beacon of confusion.
He spoke in a voice that was both soothing and terrifying, like a gentle breeze that would rip the trees from their roots.
His words were laced with the sweet scent of compromise, and the bitter taste of disappointment.
He was a master of the pivot, a sultan of the pivot, a... (insert dramatic pause)
...a pivot-ulator, a pivot-ifier, a pivot-nator?
Read more about his epic battles with the Creative Team