Rabbit carcass on the path, crow pecking at spilled innards. This company is afraid of me, I have seen its true face. The call centre is an engorged creche, filled with ignorant children playing with interconnected technological toys they do not understand. When the air-conditioning finally clogs up, all the parasites will suffocate. The cumulative errors and oversights of all their targets and formulae will coalesce into a chocking miasma, and management will look up and shout "Save us!" And I'll whisper "No." All those salespeople, smooth talkers, and all of a sudden everyone dries up.
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