30 years of wacky behind-the-scenes corporate behavior, all on videotape. It's a nightmare!
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2008/04/18/notes041808.DTL&nl=fixMy new nightmare goes something like this:
I'm standing just offstage in a large, musty meeting hall inside a weather-beaten Holiday Inn or Red Lion or some sort of drab forgotten convention center in the middle of Oklahoma City or Kansas or Des Moines. It doesn't really matter, because my body is not really my own, not something to which I've ever really paid all that much attention and hence wherever it is or whatever it's doing has no real connection to the meaning of existence. You know?
I feel rather pasty, thick, ungainly. I have a bad mustache and copious clumps of dark hair in my ears and perhaps my skin hasn't seen sunlight since "The A-Team" was on prime-time.
I rarely have sex. I eat very, very poorly. I have weird floaters in my eyes, an uneasy pain in my kidneys. My knees always hurt. But I don't seem to mind because, well, my soul vanished many years ago, happily sacrificed at the altar of the massive company I work for, and by extension for this feeling, right here, right now. ...
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