They have won...
I recieved a booklet at work today. It is supposed to help me reach my potential as a member of that particular team.
I wonder what it is about corperate employers that make them want you to feel twelve years old. I have worked construction trades before, as well as a slew of other manly jobs where my boss lives in the same town as me. Never once did I feel like I was a middle school student instead of an employee. I am perfectly capable of understanding philosophies, mysteries, and some religions. I believe I can understand how a warehouse/package store stays in business. I don't need remedial grown-up classes.
The title of the book?
How To Be Orange Everyday
That really is the title to a booklet I'm supposed to carry around in my big, orange apron. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Or drink. Drinking sounds nice. Too bad I have to be rolling into work at 9:30 p.m.
And I do hate drinking a six in the morning. On the other hand, what goes better with my huevos rancheros for dinner than a good stout?
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I found the sequel "How To Be Prussian Blue Each Evening From 7.30 to Midnight" much more fulfilling.
And it went better with my dark blue cowled cape.
A middle school student? You're lucky. The training on my last job made me feel like I was in kindergarten.
I found four comma splices, seven fragments, and about four ommited Harvard serial commas. The book is six pages long with no more than three sentences per page.
I wonder who's idea it was to hire Dan Brown to write our motivational literature.
I can't wait for the film!
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