Friday, May 20, 2016
The Team
I've filled out this same Form-19
for ten years! Nothing has changed.
-Ah but it has! Since I'm filling it
out with you!
-For some reason.
-But now we're even more vulnerable to
hackers as a team, so our password is...
I'll write it down once.
astanntm67$R
-Asta the dog in the Thin Man movies?
With characters Nick and Nora?
-How about the 67 etc at the end?
-Can't reveal that.
-And what's a movie anyway?
-You're so perfect for this experiment!
Mother's name?
-Rose.
-Must change it to Andrea.
-Rose!
-Trust me!
-And...keep trusting you?
-You learn fast. Which contradicts
the profile.
-Just a rebel!
-Or as much of a one can be tolerated
in pussy times.
-Do you superiors know that you...?
-That’d be a novelty. They know nothing!
But which party’s box to check, of course.
-How did sunken politics begin to rule?
-Began with Hongo buying his way to
Caveman of the Month with old fish.
-Still stink!
-Anyway, we skip now until the signatures.
Omitting the same tired chorus of all your
mediocre years.
-Are you married?
-I was, but direct speech a no-no!
-I found that out also. So I presently retreat
to my single studio facing a brick wall.
-Fret not! You live on in the vibrancy of Form-19!
-In relative gaiety then?
-You’re a Derby Winner compared to the mudders
I deal with!
Labels: future bureaucracy, mild rebellion, office, office politics, repetitive forms, teamwork, working
