Wednesday, May 07, 2003
Upon punching in for work this morning, I was told by my direct superior (whom I will heretofore refer to as Hegemon) that my longtime colleague at the Bureau of Records and Reports would be replaced by a man, woman or consciousness with the rather pedestrian title of "contract worker" (most probably an Idiot Interlocutor) for the better part of next month.
The reason: mild profanity.
The result: suspension (don't disbelieve it)
Apparently, my fellow citizen and comrade-in-arms, Adelard of Bath, had gone off on an exegetical tirade on the subject of his "preference of reason to authority" in the very, very face of our very own Hegemon.
In addition to the rather tactless choice of subject matter, Adelard of Bath’s colourful phraseology roused the immediate ire of our higher up.
The vulgarity found to be most offensive: God's Wounds.
Hegemon, I asked, May I not appeal the suspension of Adelard of Bath on my co-worker's behalf?
The Hegemon (who deplores being addressed as such) responded with a swift rebuke and a stern warning: Lack of preparation on your part does not constitute an emergency on our part.
He imparted this non sequiturial wisdom by means of a colorful pin.
I vow this: I will not be destroyed.
Thank you for your time.
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