I fear where this is going...
Thu May 3 2007
This is you: You work a good, decent job. You have goals and dreams and feel as if you're slowly getting somewhere. There are days when you feel on top of the world, there are days when you feel less so. For the most part, you're pretty happy. In particular, you like your coworkers. Then one day you come to work to find this:
It doesn't sit well with you, not because you fear you're being replaced with automatons, but simply because you suffer from bozophobia, which extends to dolls and mannequins. But soldier on you do, because that's the kind of team player you are, and just when you've turned a corner you come face to face with this: