How much longer can we sustain the scrouge of mediocracy. Mandaites from the blind edging us closer to the abyss. The truth replaced with scandal. The light has turned to darkness. The path of good adjudicated to the proxy of evil. Run I saith, run away and never look back or taste the salts of despair.
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@b6+1jv4c44sg You my fellow human, have won the internet today. Your post is gold. LMBO
Those who dispatch our labors unto distant shores shall likewise see their own vocations sent hence.
Thou hast exceeded thyself with this scribe's penmanship.
I'm not sure private, corporate insurance was ever "the path of good," buddy.
The Book of Slackulations, Chapter 13
- And lo, in the latter days of the fiscal quarter, there arose confusion in the land of Quarterly Reports.
- For the righteous didst depart one by one, seeking greener pastures and competent managers.
- And the wicked did remain, for they knew not where else to go, nor could they remember their LinkedIn passwords.
- Behold, leadership was as sheep without a shepherd, speaking much and saying nothing.
- They did gather in meetings that bore no fruit, and the charts of performance were made desolate.
- And lo, the Teams notifications did overflow, and none could find peace from the pings thereof.
- The coffee was bitter, and the snacks were removed from the break room. Yea, even the good pens were taken.
- And it was said among the people, “Surely this is the end of days, for the vision hath perished and the mission statement is but empty words.”
- Thus did the remnant labor in sorrow, waiting upon the prophecy of the Great Restructure that was forever delayed.
- Let him that hath ears, mark his PTO now, for the days are numbered, and HR knoweth not mercy.
This is a stupid post. You are unhinged.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
My hair is a bird, your argument is invalid.