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Sassy · 12-21-2011, 05:34 PM

Ramblings no one will understand, but it makes me laugh a little to write:
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S held hostage: Day 10

The rank and file masses are fewer and fewer every day. I suspect poison is the culprit. They entice the workers to eat the sweetened fried dough rings. And when they leave at the end of the day they don't return.
The talking heads haven't been seen in nearly a week. I suspect they're cloistered away in their respective mansions, gorging on fine food and wine and plotting how they can get more for less out of the worker bees in the coming new year.
As for me, it's as if I don't exist. But I know that isn't the case. If don't get everything done that's expected of me there will be severe consequences. People dash by without a word or a smile. The building is empty and still I'm here, plodding along like a good corporate citizen, a worker bee quietly buzzing in the background, oil the machine, pet the machine, make the machine happy.
Did anyone else out there ever play that game, Paranoia? It was an RPG from way back. "The corporation is your friend. You are property of the corporation."
I feel like a clone.

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Translation: I'm on day 10 of an 11 day stretch at work. Long damn week, long damn days. And definitely no thanks or appreciation for my efforts. The big wigs are all away on holiday. Me and my staff are killing ourselves to get the daily crap done -- a hard job when other departments seem to be unwilling or unable to do their part. And when the big wigs get back, not only will they criticize and abuse me and mine for our failings (...can't let the peons think they're actually capable of anything. they'll start thinking they deserve to be treated reasonably...), but they will remind us all to be thankful for the abuse as they send us out the door to take a cold week off without any pay so that the gods of corporate can afford their ambrosia and liposuction. Methinks I passed jaded a long time ago. Hey baby, that's the news.

12-21-2011, 05:34 PM	#6964
Sassy Member How Do You Identify?: Female Relationship Status: Together Join Date: Jul 2011 Location: In the sunshine Posts: 598 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 815 Thanked 1,929 Times in 460 Posts Rep Power: 19641164	The hysteria is starting to set in.... Ramblings no one will understand, but it makes me laugh a little to write: =========================== S held hostage: Day 10 The rank and file masses are fewer and fewer every day. I suspect poison is the culprit. They entice the workers to eat the sweetened fried dough rings. And when they leave at the end of the day they don't return. The talking heads haven't been seen in nearly a week. I suspect they're cloistered away in their respective mansions, gorging on fine food and wine and plotting how they can get more for less out of the worker bees in the coming new year. As for me, it's as if I don't exist. But I know that isn't the case. If don't get everything done that's expected of me there will be severe consequences. People dash by without a word or a smile. The building is empty and still I'm here, plodding along like a good corporate citizen, a worker bee quietly buzzing in the background, oil the machine, pet the machine, make the machine happy. Did anyone else out there ever play that game, Paranoia? It was an RPG from way back. "The corporation is your friend. You are property of the corporation." I feel like a clone. =========================== Translation: I'm on day 10 of an 11 day stretch at work. Long damn week, long damn days. And definitely no thanks or appreciation for my efforts. The big wigs are all away on holiday. Me and my staff are killing ourselves to get the daily crap done -- a hard job when other departments seem to be unwilling or unable to do their part. And when the big wigs get back, not only will they criticize and abuse me and mine for our failings (...can't let the peons think they're actually capable of anything. they'll start thinking they deserve to be treated reasonably...), but they will remind us all to be thankful for the abuse as they send us out the door to take a cold week off without any pay so that the gods of corporate can afford their ambrosia and liposuction. Methinks I passed jaded a long time ago. Hey baby, that's the news.