Monday, June 21, 2004
heya, mg, what's that, some kind of art project?
yeah, right, jay. i call it 'memo on 24 mailing labels.'
intriiiguing. tell us more.
it's my commentary on how the corporation subverts identity and recontextualizes the method and meaning of communicative strategies.
hmm. fascinating. so basically, you tried to print out a memo on the color copier down the hall not realizing that some chucklehead had left a sheet of mailing labels in the autofeed tray?
um, that would be another interpretation. god, there's no way around this. even if i check the machine first, someone always seems to slip some other kind of paper into the machine by the time i get back to the cubicle. like some kind of modern day greek myth punishment. it's like it's guaranteed to get fucked up if you don't have someone stationed by the printer with a walkie-talkie telling you when to hit send.
now, there's an idea.
i'm so sick of this. i want to just stick all these labels to a sheet of paper in random order and let them figure out what the memo was supposed to say.
like those fridge magnets.
exactly. not like everyone's clamoring for another memo on the upcoming 'workplace diversification and academically oriented social responsibility augmentation initiative' anyway.
well, if it's any consolation, somewhere there's somebody with a sheet of mailing labels printed out on company letterhead.
theirs probably printed out fine and they just left an extra sheet behind to torment me.
yeah, right, jay. i call it 'memo on 24 mailing labels.'
intriiiguing. tell us more.
it's my commentary on how the corporation subverts identity and recontextualizes the method and meaning of communicative strategies.
hmm. fascinating. so basically, you tried to print out a memo on the color copier down the hall not realizing that some chucklehead had left a sheet of mailing labels in the autofeed tray?
um, that would be another interpretation. god, there's no way around this. even if i check the machine first, someone always seems to slip some other kind of paper into the machine by the time i get back to the cubicle. like some kind of modern day greek myth punishment. it's like it's guaranteed to get fucked up if you don't have someone stationed by the printer with a walkie-talkie telling you when to hit send.
now, there's an idea.
i'm so sick of this. i want to just stick all these labels to a sheet of paper in random order and let them figure out what the memo was supposed to say.
like those fridge magnets.
exactly. not like everyone's clamoring for another memo on the upcoming 'workplace diversification and academically oriented social responsibility augmentation initiative' anyway.
well, if it's any consolation, somewhere there's somebody with a sheet of mailing labels printed out on company letterhead.
theirs probably printed out fine and they just left an extra sheet behind to torment me.
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