OMG! I used to try to pretend that the stories about dealing with corporate America were fiction, that The Seanachai’s real life was all attic-vampires and voice-voodoo. But all my illusions are now shattered, crumbled to the ground never to rise again. “Outsourcing a Chicken” could only have come from repeated, relentless, inescapable, unhealthy rubbing-up-against the modern working world.
May 1st, 2006 at 11:08 am
OMG! I used to try to pretend that the stories about dealing with corporate America were fiction, that The Seanachai’s real life was all attic-vampires and voice-voodoo. But all my illusions are now shattered, crumbled to the ground never to rise again. “Outsourcing a Chicken” could only have come from repeated, relentless, inescapable, unhealthy rubbing-up-against the modern working world.