Escape Pod Dreams - 16
Created | Updated Dec 23, 2003
Slang is as slang does...
The Personnel office is occasionally a busy one.
(how long can you play Magic: The Gathering?)
There seems to be a trend among the local magistrates of sending public service offenders round.
(how many LLDs does a radio station need?)
The applications and the resumes have taken a bit of a turn for the worse recently. Though we don't mind the lavender scented crayons and biros too much, the tendency to behave as if one never crossed into the shadow of a school of any kind is becoming a bit irritating.
The answers to the basic questions that we have to ask about any knowledge of electricity, broadcasting formats, or business etiquette are becoming quite disturbing, also.
We didn't realize how ignorant we were.
Now, that fellow with the monocle and the purple mohawk last week was the top of the top. He breezed in, expected someone to hang up his hand-embroidered, autographed by the Dalai Lama anorak, brushed off the seat he was offered with a batman's brush, then proceeded to finish the application and the tests in 42 seconds, using a Chinese calligraphy brush with a dexterity we've not seen since the butter was rationed...
Needless to say, the Upper Manglement were so impressed with him that they sent him off to do night duty on the remote transmitter maintenance team.
He didn't blink an eye. He said fine. He said he'd bring his own tools and diagnostic computer and the job would give him time to work on his landmark opus on the difficulties of translating Basque bathroom graffitti of the fifteenth century...
One feels like banging one's head against some modern architecture.
Did I ask to share the planet with gits like this?
Anyway, here are some suitable punishments suggested for those kindly magistrates:
