wading through spaghetti
...without gaiters or plastic pants. I am referring of course to the Seige at the Cardboard Factory. Update:
Team workingclass has just presented team rulingclass with a response to the contract they 'offered' us. They want to play the game, well beeyatches it's on like donkeykong.
Our response is peppered with 101 wishes for workplace utopia. They told us what they think we were worth, so now we retort with an extensively annotated list of things that we feel we are worth.
We will to and fro for a good long while, whittling away at the edges of each other's claim until we are are happy and team rulingclass give up.
The can-flavoured part of all this is the fact that nobody in team workingclass is prepared to lose one single dollar or condition. So it's very possible that after a long year of timewasting and trench warfare, we will end up with what we started out with, no more, no less.
Team workingclass has just presented team rulingclass with a response to the contract they 'offered' us. They want to play the game, well beeyatches it's on like donkeykong.
Our response is peppered with 101 wishes for workplace utopia. They told us what they think we were worth, so now we retort with an extensively annotated list of things that we feel we are worth.
We will to and fro for a good long while, whittling away at the edges of each other's claim until we are are happy and team rulingclass give up.
The can-flavoured part of all this is the fact that nobody in team workingclass is prepared to lose one single dollar or condition. So it's very possible that after a long year of timewasting and trench warfare, we will end up with what we started out with, no more, no less.
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posted by cardboardy @ 12:55 am
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