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April 05, 2006
Poor Little Worker Slave Story
Imagine this scenario:
Poor little worker slave is driving back from lunch. Said slave has to go to the bathroom SOOOO bad. It hits said slave 2 minutes out of parking lot from lunch. Slave hits every freaking red light possible on the way back to slave headquaters. Slave believes that he/she/it won't make it to slave parking area (all the way in back) so slave parks in closest spot out front of slave headquarters.
Poor little worker slave runs inside to closest bathroom, and then runs back out to move poor slave's car. On the way out, the "WANNA BE MASTER" of slaves yells at poor little worker slave for parking out front.
Poor little worker slave explains the situation, that poor little worker slave's bladder wouldn't hold it...and apologizes and quickly moves poor little worker slave back to worker slave parking area, after of course, a lecture from "WANNA BE MASTER" of slaves: "Only EXECUTIVE MASTERS can park up front"...
Poor little worker slave, slaves away all night long...sleeps and comes back to slave headquarters in the morning. Poor little worker slave is at said slave's desk, working her/his/its little butt off (and my I remind you...FOR the "EXECUTIVE MASTERS!!!!"...so the "EXECUTIVE MASTERS" can drive their pretty little cars, and dress in their pretty little suits, and live their lovely family life with a REGULAR 9-5 existance!!!)...Poor little worker slave gets an IM from another poor little worker slave in the 2nd Slave headquarters...Poor little worker slave 2, tells original poor little worker slave about an e-mail sent to the 2nd Slave headquarters...reminding all poor little worker slaves to park in the designated slave parking spots.
Original poor little worker slave is now feeling really mad and wants to plan a revolt...and wants to punch "WANNA BE MASTER" in the face. I wonder if they have an underground railroad for the poor little worker slaves...
Posted by beth at April 5, 2006 11:25 AM
Comments
Oh poor little worker slave, there IS salvation at the end of the underground railroad. You will find strength in numbers, but most importantly, remember the strength in yourself.
Come join me on the other side of the trenches and be FREE! Sing hallelujah!
Posted by: Pam at April 5, 2006 01:01 PM
I love your story!!! (Although I'm sorry to hear that the slave driving company is like that, yet not surprised!)
Posted by: Trina at April 7, 2006 06:21 PM
is there someone sitting out there in a lawn chair, just waiting...
i was wondering what triggered that e-mail, you are such an office bad-ass!
Posted by: kir at April 9, 2006 06:20 PM