Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band
Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon
Wond'rous apparition provided by magician
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door
-Looking Out My Back Door by Creedence Clearwater Revival
Today was odd.
Management flies in these big dudes from head office to give us an hour long presentation. I call it How I Learned to Love the Corporation. They described how they were bringing more jobs into our workunit, while at the same time explaining how automating many of our tasks would be better for us in the long run.
All of this while they stuffed us with pizza. I did kegels the entire time, and dozed off from carbohydrate overload.
Oh did I mention this is four days before my local takes a strike vote?
As an aside, I sorted through all of my socks tonight to get rid of holey and orphaned socks. I came to the conclusion that socks have evolutionary strategies. Lucky surlyclown got to listen to my delusional discourse on this subject. Suffice it to say that I've noticed that a cadre of orphaned socks have managed to stick around for several years by cleverly camouflaging themselves as other legitimate socks, thereby causing me to turf the original rightful foot covers and coddle the nefarious usurpers.
If this kind of stuff can go on in my sock drawer, I have little hope for anything honest going on in positions of greater power. *sigh*
Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon
Wond'rous apparition provided by magician
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door
-Looking Out My Back Door by Creedence Clearwater Revival
Today was odd.
Management flies in these big dudes from head office to give us an hour long presentation. I call it How I Learned to Love the Corporation. They described how they were bringing more jobs into our workunit, while at the same time explaining how automating many of our tasks would be better for us in the long run.
All of this while they stuffed us with pizza. I did kegels the entire time, and dozed off from carbohydrate overload.
Oh did I mention this is four days before my local takes a strike vote?
As an aside, I sorted through all of my socks tonight to get rid of holey and orphaned socks. I came to the conclusion that socks have evolutionary strategies. Lucky surlyclown got to listen to my delusional discourse on this subject. Suffice it to say that I've noticed that a cadre of orphaned socks have managed to stick around for several years by cleverly camouflaging themselves as other legitimate socks, thereby causing me to turf the original rightful foot covers and coddle the nefarious usurpers.
If this kind of stuff can go on in my sock drawer, I have little hope for anything honest going on in positions of greater power. *sigh*
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I think the best survival strategy for socks is to insinuate themselves into a neighbouring sock herd so they never get worn and no one can tell if they're orphaned. But that only works if the herders are too lazy or forgetful to return the itinerant socks to their rightful pasture.