Oh yeah, Company? You didn't know that? It's the awful truth about life that grown ups don't want you to understand. No matter what you do in life, it will always be like high school. Sorry that I had to burst your bubble there, folks. But your grown up job? It will be like high school with paychecks. Your book club? Like high school with books, which high school had too but you didn't read them, let's be honest. At the gym? Yeah, like high school, but not high school gym, because there is no rope at the fitness club and the shorts are longer although tighter. But all the high school ingredients are there.
You know the parts. The clickiness. The bitching and moaning. The stabbing others in the back. The half of everyone sucking up to those in charge and the other half always trying to rebel. And in the fall everyone is into football. I know you think that I am full of shit but just think about it for a minute. Think about all the shit that happened in high school that you were glad you got away from, then think about all the shit going on with you and your co-workers. I'll wait.
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Hey, welcome back. I see you crying there, Company. Those are tears of justice, because you know it's true. Think about that horseshit you and your little cubicle community pulled on the girl in human resources in the meeting with the VP and CEO, or that time Peter in accounting purposely neglected to put covers on your TPS Reports because you didn't ask him out to lunch last week. Hmmm...doesn't that sound familiar? Kind of like the time Cindy Bresnan told everyone that Jerry Matterly had a small dick because he totally screwed Mike Knox's slut sister after the sectional basketball game at a party. Yeah, I got confused by that too.
But it's all the same. The jealousy, the derision, the segregation, it's all the same, except it's dressed in wingtips and driving a BMW now. But it's all the same. That's why it always leads us back to the Talking Heads. Same as it ever was. Same as it ever was.