Ah, the corporate world. I'm not even in the corporate world in the sense of suits and suckers, and 1,000 plus companies with stocks and bonds and big Christmas parties....but I do work in a place where the birds coast daily to their death into the mirrored sides of this eight story building. And a client just told me my company has a bad case of IBM-itis. I am not really sure what that means...but he implied that we thought we were a little too big for our britches. I laughed WITH him, of course, because I am such a talented schmoozer.
But I do make a steady sal and have a new pair of glasses for all my troubles of getting up at 6 in the morning. I even joined a gym, and promptly increased my calorie intake to balance out all that...fat-burning. I take the train every day and have a complicated strategy about where to sit to get the most sun and the least amount of shoulder and butt-brushing, and even got that tax-free card people seem so excited about. I tell you what, I know something you don't know....
I know that getting paid regularly has a sweetness even the dead birds can't sour.
But I am in the process of joining the birds rights activist group in the building.
We are campaigning shortly (leaflets and protests in the front) and will soon take our demands (bird decals to give those poor things better depth perception) to the building owner en masse. Head activist Miri has consistently fought the battle single-handedly for some time but I think she is running out of juice.
Ok well, I must sign off for now but until next time....
