Published by drfaustroll under Pataphysics, Poopadoodle, Workplace Lunacy February 3, 2009

I’m having a hard time letting go of my Christmas spirit, particularly when poopadoodlists and pundits and phlaky phuckwads continue to clutter Ted Stevens’ InterTube with sober inanities, threatening to shut down traffic through the tunnel of nonsense that leads to the information interstate which ends at the bridge to nowhere.

This morning I awoke from a dream in which one of my old bosses barged into my office and demanded to know why my biorhythm profile was not clearly displayed on my desk, my door, or on the wall behind me, as had been detailed in an HR bulletin earlier in the week.

She went on to explain how much it cost to develop the biorhythm readings for all of her thousands of direct reports and their strategic subordinates, not to mention the money that went to produce the poster-sized results of the readings and then to frame them with custom mat board in chrome and glass.

She was absolutely livid that I had so little regard for the expense and effort that went into the Governmental Sensitivity Task Force for Uniform Extrapolation that I had chosen to hang my highly suspect results on the inside of my office door, beneath the coat hook, on which was hanging my foul weather gear.

“You may think this is silly, Mr. Faustroll,” she hissed at me, “but I am a very busy woman, and I don’t have time to waste figuring out what kind day you are having when I’ve already paid for this chart! I want it displayed where I don’t have to waste any more of my time coming in here to check on you unless your biorhythms indicate it is time for disciplinary action!”

That’s when I awoke and realized how far I had come since the days when I inhabited the One Minute Workplace and finally learned to manage my stress by relaxing and letting go, as I explained yesterday in the post on effervescent Nietzscheanism.

So Daschle is just another politician, as is former governor Rod Arrrrr! Blagojevich, and Rush Edsel Limbaugh is a liberal media welfare cheat (not to mention a big, fat lying doodyhead), but I don’t quite understand what people are surprised about. When you state the obvious, isn’t it really just self-explanatory redundancy that normal people no longer even notice? Poopadoodle is as poopadoodle does, as Forrest Gump would have said if he had paid any attention to Odd Bodkins and Dan O’Neill during his misinformative years.

I wonder who among Biraq’s appointees is going to have withdraw from consideration after admitting to paying for Tarot-readings, or astrological and biorhythm charts designed to help facilitate drive-by management drill-downs to solve those sticky personnel issues beyond the big picture that they have never really seen themselves.