Procrustes's Bed

I was talking to one of the staff today about my inner dissuasion to throw in the towel. It appears as if I'm sometimes sitting on the edge of Procrustes's Bed. Let me explain. The current system has become one of conformity for conformity's sake. The sub-culture has become the advantage rather than the disadvantage. Without sounding procacious, the current system is become the breeding ground for the lundane. My fellow staff member explained the advantage in the number of repetitions but failed to understand that only repetitions of correctly performing a task leads to an advantage.

Small Heads Building the Case For Phrenology

It's been said that those who think they know everything are very annoying to us who actually do. It's has also been said that phrenology is a false premise. I say that the small headed individuals who surround us on a daily basis give credence to the opposite premise. These are they who's minds are too small to contain simple cephalalgia.

Vanity bids for possession of the minds of those who disdain axiological considerations as pertaining to the pursuit of one's purpose. I once thought the sluggard to be my dreaded bete noire have discovered a personal embedded malaise for Mr. and Mrs Little Heads.

Mr. and Mrs. Little Heads are the lurkers of society. They hide in the shadows for fear of the light. They cause the roifaineant to pervert righteousness judgements.

What was once dubbed as stinking thinking has matured into a full blown stercoricolous mentality. Yet the anencephalus treks forward steady as it goes, like a train without an engine.

Now for the million dollar question.......how long will my big head need to succumb to this schemozzle before the dreaded inevitable meltdown? Only God knows!

Runnin Low on Yes Sir's

It's a common practice to count one's resources before embarking upon a long journey or undertaking on a ardeous task. I feel as if I should have counted my "Yes Sir's", prior to signing up for this mission. It seems as if I'm running short on them. It also appears that the King is in dire need of a tympanoplasty. The family prophetess spoke a true word for he listens to the rat fleas.

Even so, the Lord shall have them in derision and mete out swift retribution.

Hasmid Lacks Mithridatism

It takes a certain amount of time one to develop resistance to strong kool-aid. Hasmid appeared to be a self assured, confident, containing a high degree of alacrity. Seemly great attributes to most organizations. What Hasmid failed to realize was that he was not dealing with a meritocracy but instead a democratic form of cronyism. Hasmid was not given enough time to develop much needed mithridatism. I remember commenting to someone that if allowed an opportunity, Hasmid would become a great asset to the organization. I was answered in a rather splenetic manner, "He's an idiot!". The actual numbers warranted me being far from rodomontade but, who cares about facts? Who cares about profit?

As for me, I'm still drinking quite a bit of kool-aid on a regular basis. I'm starting to resist stronger doses of it's lethal poison. I'm also starting to dream and think big again and I wonder how long this organization will be able to afford me. I'm sure Hasmid found himself asking the same questions for he's no longer employed here. Just another case of Spiflication.

Hasmid is Definately not a Shamateur

Hasmid was classified as an amatuer and was being paid as an amatuer. In my opinion he was not a amatuer nor a shamateur. Though starting rez de chausse, he quickly discerned evidence of the afore mentioned sub-culture. In many resnullius work environments, exitus acta probat, the outcome justifies the act. Yet there exists excessive desoeuvrement. It's like slow magnicide.

In layman's terms: I flipped him two easy deals which he closed profitably to the betterment of the whole. In return he was scolded and instructed not to be so sedulous. I laughed and replied, "Welcome to the club, you're making it difficult for the losers to function".

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

Enjoy life! Given enough time all things visible turn back to dirt.

She said her husband will kill her if she made the purchase. I simply explained to her that we were all destined to expire from this current existence. Why not increase one's quality of life during the interim was my question.

Sil vous plait

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