ChucKtheAtheisT has the distinction and the curse of wasting away his life in corporate America. And in case that I forget the KY when I go to work in the morning, I can be sure to be reminded of my subservience to such a bitch dominatrix.
The telephone on my desk is red. Of course I had an introductory period of time in which I could choose a color. Actually all were admonished to choose his or her favorite, happy color, but I generally ignore corporate requests like this on principle. Because ChucKtheAtheisT is a godless liberal naturalist, his ethics are clouded with the sort of moral relativism that allows him to redefine the word mandatory.
We all need to cheer up after all; and happy colors are sure to inspire us. But you can say that you didn’t get or didn’t read the memo for only so long. And one day I came into the lab and saw that my telephone was now a fluorescent/fire engine red. Funny though with the glare of the screaming red shell, I can’t see any of the dummy lights on damn thing to tell me if I’m on speaker or if I have a voice-mail message. So fuck me. I’m going to be happy if I like it or not.
