Complaints Department Undergoes Renovation
Self: Well, dammit. Here I am back from running around having nothing to do with Litmocracy for two months, and now I can’t figure out how to post anything. This might work. If it doesn’t, I’m going to whine at you.
Self: What did you expect? They change this thing every five minutes.
Self: Well, I thought the odds were good that they’d have it back to where it was in the beginning by the time I returned.
Self: I can’t even find my desk.
Self: You don’t HAVE a desk anymore, you idiot.
Self: You can’t call me that. (Still thinking) What? I’ve always called you that.
Self: Well, I’m your supervisor now. I hope you enjoyed your summer vacation.
Self: Gulp.
Self: Your cubicle is under the cubicle out back. Ralph will show you.
Self: Ralph?
Self: He has a name tag. If you behave yourself you will eventually receive a name tag, too.
Self: Can I post? Is there any way to post here?
Self: Did you have a good time in the summer or not?
Self: It was alright…
Self (to Ralph): RALPH!? Incoming.
Self: Aw, shit.
Ralph: Another one, missus?
Self: (sighing) I’m afraid so. See her into the beginning part of the entry and walk her through the Industrial Section. She won’t be allowed in until she qualifies for her Hard Hat.
Self: WHA??? I’ve only been away for a few weeks. You can’t have hard hats here already! Besides, the hats were MY idea.
Ralph: Ma’am, unless you can comport yourself properly, you will have to be Removed.
Self: What?
Ralph: It was your idea, ma’am. I’m only following orders.
Self: I want to lodge a Complaint.
Ralph: Yes, ma’am. Come this way to get your name tag.
Self: But I AM the Complaints Department!!!!
Ralph: Yes, ma’am. Come this way to get your name tag.
Self: Didn’t I hire you in the first place?
Ralph: Yes, ma’am. Come this way to get your name tag.