Twenty-Seven
Good morning Chang!
It is one minute after noon.
Good morning Chang!
It is one minute after noon.
I was contemplating bludgeoning you to death with this ham sandwich but I am not that evil yet.
Yet?
I plan on playing a violent video game next week. Maybe then.
You should potty-train your dog.
The “potty” is not a self-evident part of this dog’s lifeworld. Restricting when and where she may defecate would reify social constructs designed to subjugate her for the benefit of elitist anthropocentric property interests.
She is peeing on my shoe.
She is protesting capitalism.
I’m really proud of this latest acquisition.
The consumer benefits are substantial.
Yes.
This unlocks new levels of quality and innovation.
Exactly!
This deal scales the network effects to eleven.
You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?
The synergies will be tremendous.
When the revolution comes, you won’t be the first against the wall, but you might be … like … the 28th.
Excuse me?
I’m practicing radical candor.
I’m feeling really gassy today.
You need to chill.
How would that help?
Condensation, mostly.
I’ve thought a lot about culture around here Chang, and I’ve decided we should not be evil.
I’m OK with that.
I have nothing against evil. Evil is perfectly valid lifestyle choice. But this is a not evil place, and if that’s not something you can commit to, you need to be not here.
I would like to reconsider my previous statement.
Good morning Chang!
I am not open for social interaction until 9:00.
It is 8:59.
There is a button. Zalmux must press it every twelve hours to avoid catastrophe.
I can do this.
He cannot.
You know what I like most about this job, Chang? Having co-workers I can grab drinks with after work. Probably the best part of my day.
So the thing you enjoy most about work is not working?
Um … yes.
Have you considered bowling?