Friday, January 09, 2015
Working Conditions
Zink adored the fierce concentration
needed in his position at Consolidated.
Thus when women flooded noisily by his
cubicle on breaks, he seethed.
A narrowing of passageways there formed
a sort of choke-point.
So he choked one.
Sorry for the cheap rhetorical trick, but
it IS expressive of the language of his
present domicile, where men joke of their
fatal transgressions at cards etc.
Except George Washington.
"I AM THE FATHER OF MY COUNTRY!"
insists he, periodically.
The rest of the time, though, he inhabits
Roseltandazerfaland, in fantastic scifi imagery.
Quite worth listening for, if the men would bother.
Zink does, now dwelling on a beautiful promontory there.
Some place!
Labels: fantasy, insanity, irritation, perfectionism, scifi, women, work
