“Cubeland . . . Where it is always Lent, and never Easter.”
(Parental Guidance Suggested)
Working in a corporation is a purgatorial experience. You have be at high state of alertness, and you have to know when to hit the floor when the goons apply the bludgeon. The working title of my memoir is The Corporate Ladder of Divine Ascent. I offer up my days in reparation for my sins.
The Corporate Ladder of Divine Ascent
Memoir or no, the mere phrase is excellent: A witty one-off, and an attitude toward life.
It would not apply to me directly, since I work for a Limited Liability Partnership. But surely some lessons could be adapted.
I always get so mad at those angels hanging out in the upper left heaven. Here you’ve got this pack of devils mixing it up with humanity – poking, pulling, and generally pestering – and what are the good guys doing? Looking down and taking bets: “Oooh, look at that one. Total sucker for boozy pleasure. Ten bucks says he falls.”
They do not serve who only sit and prate.
Yeah what’s up with those Angels?
Nice picture.
Yeah, what’s the deal-o?
And why can’t a fellow get a nice, clean, dark cross on his forehead these days. Talk about lazy!
It is impossible to say.