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Stories by Christian Cloud Abraham

The Corporate Intestine

Today, sitting in that brown bag lunch meeting, I realized that everything is an organism. The bank is a living, breathing organism that can only survive if it’s pulse is strong on the stock market. Inside the organism, I work, and others work serving a function, like a vitamin or protein, to help the organism stay healthy and keep a strong pulse. Today, in the meeting, it was announced that the department was going to be audited for restructure, and after the audit, you would have to repost and reapply for your current position.

And suddenly, by the look on everyone’s faces, they all knew they were in the digestive system. The organism was going to be at work breaking them down, deciding to use their productive assets and move them into the muscles and organs, or pass them along to the anus as waste.

Being a temp and immune to the restructure, it seemed so inhumane to torture people in this way: to watch them squirm in the digestive track to see how they hold up under the acid fluids. But it is all a natural process. Even a giant corporation has to follow the basic rules of eat, digest, utilize, and purge. If this process is not kept healthy, the body dies and thus the eater now becomes the eaten and is digested, and the waste discarded into the front lawn of a nearby neighbor’s yard.

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© 2006 Christian Cloud Abraham

Posted on February 15, 2006 in
Emotion: Subjection, Type: Journal Entry