Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Like A Cat Tied To A Stick That's Driven Into Frozen Winter Shit, Calm, Fitter, Healthier And More Productive, A Pig In A Cage On Antibiotics 

I always make sure to say thank you to the cleaning lady who empties my bin every day. I’ve noticed that not many people here do, but it’s only common decency, isn’t it?
She has never once acknowledged my thanks, or existence for that matter. In fact, if you wanted to engage in a bit of wordplay, you could say that she treats me like dirt. She ignores that too.

But I’m not going to let the small matter of being invisible stop me. I’m a do as you would be done by guy, and as Ringo Starr used to sing, nothing’s gonna change my world.

Depressingly, and I’m afraid this is not one of my occasional flights of fancy, I recently heard that staff working on the helpdesk downstairs have to ask permission before visiting the toilet. They’re supposed to wait until their break time.

What the fuck? Even battery hens can take a dump when they need to.

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