ATTN: PEEDEE

[Phox]

It has come to my attention that you are no longer producing work at the quality I've come to expect. While this might not be a problem with some of your previous supervisors, but here at Discordicorp, we hold our employees to a higher standard. If this continues, I will have to write a formal infraction. What have you got to say for yourself?

[Danny Muffin]

Well I just started in this position, but frankly the in-house training has been disappointing. Also, I put a Diet Pepsi in the fridge last thursday and it went missing. Not a huge deal, but it's a bit of a discouraging start.

[Deepthroat Chopra]

I was hired during mental health week. I think it was a token thing.

[Cain]

 

[East Coast Hustle]

I'm just trying to get sent to in-school suspension so I can slack off and hit on the teachers' aides.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Excuse me, but I think, think you have my stapler? My red Swingline stapler? It's mine. I want my stapler back, please. It doesn't bind up as much, as much as the Boston staplers. And you took it. Took it and didn't give it back. If I don't get it back, I'll burn down the building. I could. I could do that. Burn down the building. If you don't give me back my stapler.

[P3nT4gR4m]

I never produce work at a quality that anyone expects. It's a tactic that helps me stay one step ahead of appraisals.

[Faust]

Post more, post more!

[AnarChloe]

I'd say my posts at least make up for it in quantity.

But, well. Y'know.

[AFK]

I'm biding my time for a better offer.

[Doktor Howl]

Post more, post more!

I'm trying, I'm trying.  But everything I say gets flattened out during its trip through the intertube, and when it gets where it's going, you can't see what I'm trying to say.  I mean, the WORDS come through, but it's just not the same.  There's no spittle, no raspy voice telling you what's what and who did it.  If I had the resources and the time, I'd try to visit you all in person to tell you how it goes, but even then the grabby girls would have me before I got from the parking lot to the terminal, and what then?

Well, we know that bit, don't we?  Then I get thrown down the chute to land in the Maricopa County Jail with welts all over me and weird puncture wounds up and down my back.  I'd have to wear pink, which just ain't my color, and Sheriff Joe's minions would come in twice a day to beat me and tell me that I have all the wrong values, that I'm a spic-loving troublemaker from out of town, and God knows I'd never get to see my family again.

So yeah, post more, post more.  Talk is cheap, they say, but they haven't looked at the cost for the alternative:  life in jail without charges, for unspecified crimes against the caucasian protestant majority.  You want that, YOU do that.  So I'll just sit in my silent town in my silent desert, and try to POST MORE, POST MORE about what's gone wrong and what hasn't gone right, and I can learn to live with shouting to an empty room, and I can learn to live with the mockery that comes when I complain about it.

Because it isn't a patch on what They would do to me, if I were to fall into their clutches.

Or words to that effect.

Okay forever,
Dok

[Faust]

Post more, post more!

I'm trying, I'm trying.  But everything I say gets flattened out during its trip through the intertube, and when it gets where it's going, you can't see what I'm trying to say.  I mean, the WORDS come through, but it's just not the same.  There's no spittle, no raspy voice telling you what's what and who did it.  If I had the resources and the time, I'd try to visit you all in person to tell you how it goes, but even then the grabby girls would have me before I got from the parking lot to the terminal, and what then?

Well, we know that bit, don't we?  Then I get thrown down the chute to land in the Maricopa County Jail with welts all over me and weird puncture wounds up and down my back.  I'd have to wear pink, which just ain't my color, and Sheriff Joe's minions would come in twice a day to beat me and tell me that I have all the wrong values, that I'm a spic-loving troublemaker from out of town, and God knows I'd never get to see my family again.

So yeah, post more, post more.  Talk is cheap, they say, but they haven't looked at the cost for the alternative:  life in jail without charges, for unspecified crimes against the caucasian protestant majority.  You want that, YOU do that.  So I'll just sit in my silent town in my silent desert, and try to POST MORE, POST MORE about what's gone wrong and what hasn't gone right, and I can learn to live with shouting to an empty room, and I can learn to live with the mockery that comes when I complain about it.

Because it isn't a patch on what They would do to me, if I were to fall into their clutches.

Or words to that effect.

Okay forever,
Dok

That wasn't me mocking anyone, well maybe light teasing but it really bother me when people complain about how quiet it is here, at least its trying something.

[Doktor Howl]

That wasn't me mocking anyone, well maybe light teasing but it really bother me when people complain about how quiet it is here, at least its trying something.

Quiet is the problem.  Well, my problem, anyway.  There's no sound in the desert, and God only knows there's no sound in my office, other than the air conditioner making weird gurgling noises that tell me that there's another half dozen dead mice inside it again.

Thing is, at least over here, the time is coming when we'll all SHUT UP LIKE HELL, the only proof of which I need offer is the legislation heaping up about what's okay to say over the interhole, and what isn't free speech at all, but rather MEAN things that HAVE TO BE STOPPED.

But that legislation doesn't seem to be necessary, Faust, as everyone on the intercrap is already SHUTTING UP LIKE HELL, because they're too busy LIKING Walmart on Facebook, or maybe using amusing screeching end o' times prophets as television.  It's just another form of consumerism, and when you mention that nobody ever engages in conversations, you're told that the person in question feels "intimidated" or "unworthy" or is "too busy" (but not too busy to VIEW), when it really boils down to the fact that they're just SHUTTING UP LIKE HELL because they're jaded or they're lazy, or they've been successfully conditioned to SHUT UP LIKE HELL.

I imagine the Roman forum got that way, after a while.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I was voting yesterday in a bar with EOT and there was this huge TV there, and the TV was displaying a program which graphically featured, and then explained, various strange ways to die.

I am pretty sure that I no longer give a shit about the survival of civilization. This is what our society hath wrought.

[Doktor Howl]

I was voting yesterday in a bar with EOT and there was this huge TV there, and the TV was displaying a program which graphically featured, and then explained, various strange ways to die.

I am pretty sure that I no longer give a shit about the survival of civilization. This is what our society hath wrought.

I've heard of that show.  If that's not conditioning, then I've never seen or heard of conditioning.