Still not back in the vortex. Fuck, this has been a long trip. Today I'm in the home city to one of my company's main offices.
There's very little as depressing as a meeting when you've already memorized everyone else's script. Do you know what I mean? If you work in corporate America, you've been there. Everyone is a type: you have the officious type, the eager butt-kisser type, the boss who gets in your business type, the boss who wants to be your friend type; the muck who infantilizes every "message" in happy talk. Before the meeting starts, you have a pretty good idea how it's going to go. You understand before anyone says a word pretty mych what everyone's going to say. Representative dialogue:
"I think we need to establish a new paradigm."
"I understand what you mean, but first we need to run that up the flagpole and see who salutes."
"Right, but if they don't have any skin in the game, they won't commit to the value proposition."
Today I was told of a new muck in the office, "he likes all his kids to get A's. The kids who get A's get to see movies on the weekends, and everyone else gets grounded." Please note that he wasn't talking about his own kids, he was talking about his air-quote kids; ergo, us. For the love of ranch dressing, can we please stop talking to each other like we're on Electric Company? Sesame Street motherfuckers.
Tomorrow is more of the same, and then tomorrow night I get to go home to X, my dogs, and the vortex. Woo hoo! Also something to look forward to: this weekend, Hurricane Lana blows into town and she's bringing the vortex-enhancers with her. Rock.
