original mom and pop redux

original: mom and pop redux

I love my corporate family, ethnic cleansing could never happen during our Sunday picnic.

I whip out a legal contract, I’ll show you my terms if you’ll show me yours, if it’s a go what say we sign the bottom line and get to work, huh.

Goodness trouble, I don’t know what kind of corporate wreckers you’ve worked for in the past, but you’ll find this is more like a family than a business, we treat our employees with the highest regard, my door is always open, I want to welcome you as the new, if slightly retarded member of the family. Here’s your Hanes beefy tee, we wear these during our monthly soft ball games at the we-love-you-so-much-corporate-city-park, attendance is of course not mandatory, now let’s all rally around and sing the in-house Wal Mart anthem:

obey, chump, for fear is a man’s best friend. I’m kidding, trouble, c’mon let me show you the ropes, we’re big kidders here, loosen up, this is Casual Friday.

Friends, help me, what should I do? My head says it’s best not to let myself morph, but my heart is starving and searching for family; could it be—they know this, they created the family of loss from which I came, they are the solution to this problem they so cleverly created, come on y’all, it’s fundamental, see? Rotten to the core.

The work place is your family until the job ends. When the job ends the relationship ends, when they lay you off you are 100 percent finished with them, persona non grata, an interruption, a time-consuming reference letter.

Doris Day movies end but the relationship does not. Her lessons

of love endure, BASF videotape sees to that.

Unlike my corporate parents, she promised nothing, and has never disgraced the meaning of the once simple and straightforward word:

thanks!!!!

Courteously,

Trouble

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