Monday, October 03, 2016
In the Red Basement
Mox was chipper when the shitstorm hit.
Just getting out of his car.
Why didn't he climb back in?
The company remotely locked all cars
until quitting time!
He suffered the blinding hundred yards to the entrance.
Head appeared! And ordered him stripped and hosed off in the red basement.
The men proved fine, laughing, but the women grimly turned their streams onto his genitals.
Head stopped that. "Object is get the stink off, not to hear shrieks."
Then the women requested he be put in a dress.
Head laughed, and ordered up a fluffy white robe.
Which Mox worked in all day long, attaining
celebrity status.
The women grumbled that the place was losing its fun.
Labels: abuse, and women at work, company, female-male abuse, industrial, men, shit storm, working conditions
Friday, May 27, 2016
“Count Meshugana”
It was discovered early on that
giving him responsibility was
inviting incoherent disaster!
As a result he was promoted again
and again.
To a position the company felt
confident that he'd delegate
just about everything from.
As a result, his department received
several awards.
When one cut through the CEO's King's-
English blather, could fathom they were for
screwing up less than the other departments.
Did I say that he was warm and loving
and approachable? Beautiful manners!
In contrast to the others in his executive,
soaring plateau.
Bastards and Bitches...enough said.
Anyway, hired away by Honda. He bowed
quite well too.
Labels: CEO, company, hire, Honda, incompetence, mix-up, Peter Principle, SNAFU
