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Kingdom of Asskissers

Joseph Lawrence


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Copyright 2012 by Joseph Lawrence


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Being granted the virtuous opportunity to serve as the eleventh CEO of White River Investments had allotted me the chance to implement some changes --pivotal changes that will promote the growth of this business, a healthier turnout of profits, and ultimately, the growth of income for a selection of White River's employees.

During my first week spent serving as the CEO of the White River Investments firm, I had taken valuable time to note a few of the company's hindrances that, to me, were slowly eating away at the strength and diligence of our workforce. Such hindrances, as I have found, can be directly related to the unremitting decline in productivity and the resulting mediocre quality of service. With issues such as these, bankruptcy is yet to be excreted out the ass end of the equation, putting me out of a job.

Here at White River Investments, we vow to never allow the taking of any risks that could potentially lead to our decline in the market.

During the first week that I was studying this disentanglement, I had come to realize that I had to immediately rectify the issues involved in the deterioration of White River's workforce, mostly through the implementation of a more appropriate attitude of the employee. Moreover, I figured that if I wanted to have these problems adequately dealt with, it would be better for me to conduct the weeding process myself --to deal with the employees directly instead of relying on the supervisors who happen to be the original "bosses" that have been working for this company for god knows how long before I got here. They could be just as incompetent as the employees that they have been hired to keep in line.


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When I noticed on Monday that Michelle showed up one minute and twenty-seven seconds late to work, I figured that the stubborn bitch needed to be enlightened on the new policies that have been implemented. At exactly five-thirty in the afternoon, about the same time that working hours ended for the day, I phoned Michelle to find that she was still at her cubicle, finishing up on the books for the day. It took her about four minutes and fifty-five seconds to show up to my office, which had tainted my mood with irritation over the fact that she nearly violated my five-minute rule.

She sat down in one of the padded Herman Miller visitor chairs that were facing the front of my desk. It seemed to me that Michelle was demonstrating how miserably obese she was through her fundamentally poor style of dress --black knee-highs that constricted her form with enough force to strain the seams to the point where they were prompt to rip all around her crotch line, yet to expose something that I can’t adequately visualize before showering the surface of my desk with a bouquet of bile and vomit. To complement her horrid appearance was the yellow blouse that had a neckline that sat low enough to permit her blubbery tits to go spilling over the edge to hang almost to her fucking knees. The white knitted over coat was only a garnish on the cake, considering that, like the knee-highs, it was also too small to contain the mass of her own body. In addition to Michelle’s grisly appearance, she had a plump, wrinkly face and straight, bleached- blond neck length hair that, like all of the other aspects of her appearance, suggested her to be well into her fifties.

However, it wasn’t Michelle's mind scaring appearance that compelled me to reprimand her behavior; I called her in specifically for reasons related to dragging her fat ass to work on a late schedule. The no-looking-like-a-fat-trailer-trash-piece-of-shit-red-neck policy can be implemented on a later date.

While considering the frivolousness of the will to exhibit a harsh or demeaning attitude in front of anyone, I reminded myself to maintain a professional attitude by politely asking Michelle if she had any children.


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