Director of General Chaos

Posted: 2 November 2007 in bitter old woman, propaganda, work
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At some point, I’m going to write about the recent events at my place of employment.  The edge of fist fights, sworn comrades mocking one another, mother ripped from infants, love, grief. 

But not tonight.

Today, the man whose fault it is or the man who’s going to take the fall for the woman whose fault it is patted my arm as he walked past smiling.  I nearly kicked him in his teeth.  How’s my week going?  Terribly, thank you.  When are you going to “volunteer” to serve in Iraq?

No bonus points for deciphering.  Be patient and the words will come. 

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Comments
  1. random diplocrat says:

    Ouch. That sucks.

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