jd87: "Corporation" fragment, circa 2007

by Josh Delman

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"Corporation" fragment, circa 2007 FICTION

I work for a large corporation. A very large corporation, in fact, located in Seattle, that specializes in overcharging for a commodity so addictive that overeager businessmen and college students alike are willing to shell out six dollars a day for twelve ounces of it – so addictive that they would probably have it intravenously injected if they could. Ten years ago, to the day, I also once spent three days in Los Angeles smoking hash out of an apple and mainlining Jack Daniels in the back of a rust colored Chevelle, so you can understand why a business meeting full of executives droning on about “corporate identity” would leave me bored. And when I’m bored, and I block out the endless monotony of my “esteemed colleagues” practically massaging each other’s prostates with their sycophantic ranting, my ability to observe what other people are doing increases dramatically. I notice how Steve, vice president of marketing, fidgets with his Montblanc Starwalker every time someone mentions the word “money.” ♦

April 9, 2009

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