Monday, February 06, 2012

Pigs on the wing

The darkened hall way echoes with sounds of management.  Words and Idea's not fully formed and difficult in their realization; punctuated with the odd laugh of someone knowing they wouldn't be there for the actual hard work.  Light seemed unable to escape the hall and all who entered returned somehow sad. It filled us with the dread and foreboding of dental work.

we tried to keep our heads down and remain in attentive to the screams but some were not to be ignored.  If passing the halls of management I tried to focus or rather disfocus and move silently.  But the smells were disturbing coppery and hinting of blood.  Who knows what foulness met my co worker at the last management one on one meeting. He had not been seen since the quarterly numbers failed to reach expectation.

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