In every office, be it the Oval or yours, there is always a Dick in it. The Dick in my office was scary. Our blood would race as we quaked with fear in our cubby holes. We could feel her anvil-like tremors coming toward us as she Fee-fi-fo-fum-ed her way down the hall.We were never quite sure if it was her pure evil making the floors shake or the sub-par flooring that we were so used to. We prayed that she would not stop at our little private hell of a cubby hole. For the poor soul she deigned to grace with her seething presence, we prayed.
With a sickly sweet, high pitched voice, that betrayed her grandness-of-assness, Dick was all rules and regulations. She knew when an email was sent out two years ago and everyone who responded to it. She made up forms for procedures and procedures for the forms. She would inevitably catch you in the smallest mistake. And when she did, she always had the damning proof in a pure white three-ring binder. Like her binders, her office was like the frozen tundra, blindingly white and cold as her soul.
The best part about Dick was that she was an equal opportunist. When our boss, GW screwed up with white binder in hand and a voice that made your teeth rot, she'd point to the email memo that showed how incompetent GW was. These were the days we all lived for. And this was how Dick ensured her and her peons' employment survival. GW was so managerial flaccid, that Dick could white binder her in to an autistic state of "yeses". By the end of the meeting, she had GW's oatmeal brain spinning with data, reports and memos. This is how Dick got anything she wanted and bottle necked everything she did not deem worthy of support (like upgrading my friggin computer for over a year).
I'm sure you have a Dick in your office. Someone who amasses so much power, that by the end of the fiscal cycle you realize she's been running the show. But like the 
