Satire

In honor of America’s favorite unsanctioned holiday, I figured I’d do a little free writing today.

How to avoid hiring people who suffer from the delusion that they have value and deserve to be treated with respect.

Much like a dog or a small child, the dregs who haunt the cubicle foundation of a corporate empire need boundaries.

As any overlord worth his six figures will tell you, real information is best kept under lock and key.

Ever wonder what separates a real corporation from some schlub with a small business and a cheap lawyer? The answer is a mission statement.

They go by many names. Pencil pusher, stapler jockey, cubicle monkey. Here at The Oppressor, we call them slags.