Never Speak Poorly When Gifted A Mouthful

Q: IS IT LENIENT TO OUTLIVE MY ENEMIES ALL BECAUSE WE HAVE NOT FOUGHT PAST HOW MERCY NECESSARILY THROWS ME AT A PRECIPICE BETWEEN PLACATORY ACQUIESENCE AND A DULL STENCH AT MY GUMS WHERE ONCE ONLY I CAUGHT MY MOUTH HOLLOW WITH THE CHILDISH JOY OF MENTIONING DEATH TOWARD MY ADVERSARIES?

Does this admission soothe your perception of my occupation here inside this workforce, as of right now? Would you consider it worrisome that I would make it this far past the remainder of our employees, months ahead of our next scheduled company audit that could consequentially, after numerous deductions in human resources & waste management are made seen to ourselves as forces too contiguous for any recourse aside from cutting some corners with amenities no longer soluble as separate parts of a workplace's social climate and upkeep? Sufficient for you to predict with an aftershock of dissatisfaction, it is a lot I have to tell you if you cannot look past a simple improvement as the clarity in my debriefing today since you have been away, somewhat dislodged from what is ordinarily, how our business model's portfolio has went and gone ahead with this exact order of conditions that appear to the uninitiated, a touch on the draconian side of organizationally-appropriate horticulture, as for what you have perhaps been at a loss of words in matching the furtively hurt expression you have put on your skull and worn since you entered the premises today, believe it or not, is acceptable with our code of worker conduct & communications outreach, and does not affect hardly a bit between us, nothing is personal these days after all. All said and done, the janitorial help no longer is a distinct division of labor here from the appliances themselves, due to a massive nationwide shortage in porcelain mold-cast toiletries(sinks are also out the door; the Shinola of our hardest working people are the machinery of our profitable flush once the changes start taking place over the divisive impressions firsthand, yourself no doubt alien to this controversy). Does it matter if you own the property we stand on if the property has people who own what people are useful for it? Do I speak for the property? My lips are sealed. Neither factor of quality nor rank will have purpose, seeing as this new agenda introduced during your paid absence for another one of your sentimental excursions that again, as owner and alternately having the longest term of experience in this line of work would be at least told the fuller picture overtime under ideal conditions that, frankly, only are worth mentioning by the curiously indiscriminate approach toward ideals once elaborated from a person who also under circumstances even further from having little else than tertiary value formulaically in this situation’s overlap with the lack of salient candidates toward persuasion that, were there a means to privately rally through combined austerity and scrupulously frugal budgetary decisionmaking, that there could be an alternative possibility for a painless resolution where the clean-up crew never had to be affixed at the abject conditions, debased but without deviance in either the accommodations for having been fitted for halfway into our building’s washroom facilities, and doing the diligent if dirty labor of septic control and pantomining a wall-hung mirror panel rectilinear and then hardly possess the training evidently for the exertions one or two people brought together by forceful econonium in keeping appearances during this time of great structural upheaveal has, incrementally and slowly though it may dawn on your deepening apprehension at the measures I have tastefully alluded to in no sparing detail, it is doubtless for either of our comprehension of the improvements I have undertook for our workforce during this hardwon point of no return that, as your building astonishment gathers, will right away forever and onward alter a massively significant chunk concerning how and to what ends things are done around here hitherto this cost-deductible solution that in an ideal world is hilariously and without present happenings, avoidable to most business practices given how merciful labor practices has been toward human resource expenditures in the past’s many forgivable oversights of vision, but if you care to sit awhile with me this afternoon until sundown since this is nearing where my rebuke of your earlier reproachfulness about my adherence to workplace standards of hygienic care and behavioral health was so colorful to where you painted me in a sea of emerald only for the insult to reduce the edges of your kindness into a step forward too far for my own comfort alone, and so going on that imposition my dearest owner of this inviolate property, the proprietor, join me afresh from our fracas of stagnation so that we can lubricate the aqueducts of our productivity, remain seated wordless alongside the world and little by little, as though this direction for our company’s business model organizationally was to watch transfixed at  the crucible of opportunity fasten itself under our reluctance to leave ourselves open for the solicitations of our peers. Do I look as if I am exaggerating the proportions of this recent change? Look at your underlings. See jaundice and lidless, haunted eyes of hours unable to outfit another man or woman’s privacy. See the immediate insubordination and disdain in your return back from your last excursion. Do you not see how richly you have gained today without having even your attendance affect anything in motion for perpetuity? Your children? Do not fret, good proprietor, for there is always replacement parts one can enroll into the logistics of the matter. Brown noses are indeed the sign of those who deign on ingratiating others for the path toward success, and I apologize freed from culpability if my nose is the color of the cleansing fluid that coats the hands after the first one is no longer able to accept any more waste from the visitor at that specific interval, is not the color of your widowed eyes when I tell you that you would be a wealthy party, inflexible, prosperously impassive whether you enjoin this small change in the scheme of things well underway, I assure you wholeheartedly. Now it is your lips that are sealed and with a justifiable motive to do so. It is happy hour, and Lenoard has been asking for a lavatory break for three days since I last evaded his request. Unrelated, but did your children die from a freakish potty-training accident during your last paid vacation? Say not another word, my admirable fellow. There is much for you to feel grief about by the end of this oddly gratifying next few days present, and I will be only richer with age at the end of this hourlong seminar—it feels lighter than that, obviously, because you are having a lot to digest at the time. Some of us around this business do not get to enjoy that luxury of breaking down what seems unpalatable just for our orifices to be orderly enough that the people attached to them can return, dutifully, and not leave the offices for use of the washroom facilities at any of our rival’s establishments neighboring this property’s location. I laugh at your incredulity, I understand! We all can be a little wasteful with what appears to be given, but the paper here does not come easy especially when it no longer rolls out from a sleeve. Instead, it merely empties what stays at the bottom until you are willing to leave the custodial member alone. It is out of order as I speak. Yes, even the lid is shut down for good on every possible angle. Our company knows it is best in all worlds to let a pile of feces beeline across a riverside instead of letting you live long enough to report this to someone who will entertain your side of the story. Your lips have a little teal on them, remain calm, a smidgen of determined effort will only hurt you momentarily and then, without future struggle, you are no longer among those constipated with our simplistic and tough but entirely egalitarian common ground we have touched on today. Until next time, think about your family’s sake: it drank up fast what was so little to lose from the beginning, I’m afraid.