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Thursday, January 29

Before the slaughter but after the lamb is fattened, the butcher sharpens his knives. I sharpen mine. sharpen..sharpen...

The Art of MindFuck, Step #1.
Completely and absolutely deny all knowledge of anything the victim Subject ever talks to you about. Remove 'in reference to this' from your vocabulary.

"Don't go by his looks. He's not innocent at all!"

Is this how HR introduces an employee to new recruits ?
By destroying any hopes I have of maintaining at least a halfway decent impression for the first few months...

But it matters not.

Today, I saw the multi-headed snake that is IWLF.

Undisclosed Recipient is merely a front. Her innocence a guile to mislead those with root access. Already she has gained insider stories of all office breakups and ongoing courtships.

What will this information be used for ?
Deeds most foul, no doubt.

Which makes my war (on company time) even more important.

I will not fail.

Saturday, January 24

The growing rift between the newbloods and the old guard is slowly being demolished. One training session at a time.

Already, the single-minded initiative and energy, found only in new recruits, is bringing to a boil the old traditions and inter-office political scenes. Soon, insurrection will begin afresh.

Meanwhile, I search for aim. Once my faceted mind gains the ruthless edge of purpose, I shall cut down all who stand in the path of Company Dominion.

Oh...and here's my daily dialogue for the silly Women's Liberation Front - "Who says this is a democracy ? This is Inet-Direct!".

Friday, January 23

"Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
THIS MEANS WAR!"

Two days ago, going through the employee chat logs, I came across a conversation between my sworn enemy and the HR Dept. It seems talks are on for the formation of a "Inet-Direct Women's Liberation Front".

Very calmly, I asked myself 'What oppression are these foolish girls facing to warrant such a step ?'
In fact, it's the men (mostly me) who feel the oppressive need to take daily showers and wear freshly ironed clothes to avoid feminine upturned noses and crinkling eyes.

I am not fooled.

There can be only one reason for this plot (and yes, it is a plot!) and that is to further victimize my poor and humble friend, the Supreme SysAd.

Supremo has lost 6 kilos of pure, telugu fat worrying about the obvious attention seeking tactics of his once-loved. In a gesture of magnimonious generosity, even I declared a cease to all hostilities against her. Lately, there has been a silent practise of ignoration between us.

No more.

You don't shashay your way into my workplace and hope to start forming militant groups of your own.
You don't go around wearing t-shirts telling us to quit smoking.
You don't. You simply don't.

If you push me against a wall, sooner than later, I WILL push back.

And you don't want that.

Oh, by the way, here's my two words for the Inet-Direct Women's Liberation Front - Ha. Ha.