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No one from the board of directors or human resources can accuse me of gross negligence while I’m taking a peaceful carriage ride.
Don’t get me wrong, the being rich part is great. Unfortunately, my fridge blends into the kitchen’s design too well.
I know you are all about fighting with honor, much in the same way the NBA is all about the integrity of the game.
I pull an Oreo out of my pocket, smash it with both hands, and shout a zinger that leads to a standing ovation.
But we do maintain strict adherence to Rome’s Four Cardinal Virtues: Stoicism, Beauty, Justice, and the most important one of all—Orgies.
Somewhere we don’t have to think about all these people staring at us and deciding whether I’m “guilty” or “innocent.”
I’ve developed a ranking system reducing their performance into a simple number: Progeny Plus-Minus (PPM).
Depending on who you ask, this flashing neon sign either depicts two pelicans frolicking or fornicating. The choice is yours!
Static cracked between the two big sort of metal pole things with a bauble on top, sort of like a butterfly net for lightning I think.
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Big feelings are really normal when you spend so much time investigating stakeholder demographics.
Third Post-it, covering Doris completely: “This company will not succeed if I’m not allowed to operate at peak performance.”