Having a mandatory company picnic is like holding people hostage with food as your weapon. Well, food and the threat of unemployment. Has anyone ever really lost their job for refusing to participate in mandated “leisure” time? The world is stupid enough that I am sure it has happened, but I won’t personally find out today. Not because I am choosing to stay at this obligatory gathering of my own volition, however. I mean, shit…I have to see these ugly fuckers for sixty hours a week as it is. But I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to. “Home” is over 90 miles away, and my “boss” is also my ride.
Mandatory fun time. Goddamnit all.
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