Monday, January 30, 2006
Back in 'Nam... I think I made a mistake coming here Grandma.
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I was just asked to sign a card for someone I don't think I've ever heard off and I know I've certainly never met (whilst sober anyway).
When I enquired as to why I should sign it and who was the girl, I was told she did work here and it was her birthday.
Due to the high turnover / bodycount here our boss Number 1 has decided we should all have higher morale. Birthday cards are part of the new regime but apparently only for the sales and accounts people.
The so called creatives / designers can all fuck off it seems, seeing as how we are always bitching anyway.
Then as I was chatting about this to one of the sales guys, he told me he was leaving next week but was told by Number 1 not to tell anyone until he told us at our weekly meeting on Friday.
And so things just rumble along here in a semi chaotic manner.
It's like that great scene from Apocalypse Now when Martin Sheen is going up river and comes across the base where everyone is shooting wildly, running around doing crazy drugs and loosing the head.
No one knows what's going on and they just want to stay alive.
He can't find anyone who seems to be in charge until finally he finds some murderous lunatic who knows who's in control but doesn't really care if anyone else does. Chilling. On so many levels.
I'm noticing that all my analogies for this wageslavery they call work seem to be Vietnam movies. What's that about?
Although I heard on the radio this morning that a guy was holding up traffic walking down the M50 in a shirt and tie with a rifle and a briefcase ala 'Falling Down'. How excellent.
Then just as I thought things couldn't get worse i received news that Harvey Nichol's are flogging a children's book called "This Little Piggy went to Prada".
Really. Check out their website at http://www.harveynichols.com/files/images/FOOD_NEWS_Piggy1.jpg if you don't beleive me.
Described as... "a humorous, gloriously shallow little tome of nursery rhymes designed for the Blahnik and Birkin brigade - yummy mummies (and daddies perhaps) with a penchant for the better things in life (with the right label attached of course)."
Thing is, I know people who will buy this book. Seriously.
They ARE taking over the world.
Maybe that guy on the M50 had the right idea.
I was just asked to sign a card for someone I don't think I've ever heard off and I know I've certainly never met (whilst sober anyway).
When I enquired as to why I should sign it and who was the girl, I was told she did work here and it was her birthday.
Due to the high turnover / bodycount here our boss Number 1 has decided we should all have higher morale. Birthday cards are part of the new regime but apparently only for the sales and accounts people.
The so called creatives / designers can all fuck off it seems, seeing as how we are always bitching anyway.
Then as I was chatting about this to one of the sales guys, he told me he was leaving next week but was told by Number 1 not to tell anyone until he told us at our weekly meeting on Friday.
And so things just rumble along here in a semi chaotic manner.
It's like that great scene from Apocalypse Now when Martin Sheen is going up river and comes across the base where everyone is shooting wildly, running around doing crazy drugs and loosing the head.
No one knows what's going on and they just want to stay alive.
He can't find anyone who seems to be in charge until finally he finds some murderous lunatic who knows who's in control but doesn't really care if anyone else does. Chilling. On so many levels.
I'm noticing that all my analogies for this wageslavery they call work seem to be Vietnam movies. What's that about?
Although I heard on the radio this morning that a guy was holding up traffic walking down the M50 in a shirt and tie with a rifle and a briefcase ala 'Falling Down'. How excellent.
Then just as I thought things couldn't get worse i received news that Harvey Nichol's are flogging a children's book called "This Little Piggy went to Prada".
Really. Check out their website at http://www.harveynichols.com/files/images/FOOD_NEWS_Piggy1.jpg if you don't beleive me.
Described as... "a humorous, gloriously shallow little tome of nursery rhymes designed for the Blahnik and Birkin brigade - yummy mummies (and daddies perhaps) with a penchant for the better things in life (with the right label attached of course)."
Thing is, I know people who will buy this book. Seriously.
They ARE taking over the world.
Maybe that guy on the M50 had the right idea.
# posted by mydaysasawageslave @ 8:34 AM 
