Mother’s Milk

“For the longest time my daughter called milk, —”,  said the owner of an eye-seering red blazer capping a set of snug black trouser slacks. She was engrossed in a monotone dialog with another woman who’s cubicle dons a counter top, implicating herself as a nurse or some giver of sorts within the organization.

The thought of corporate inefficiency entered my mind as I passed through the cloud of mundane jabber. I think the level of inefficiency within most enourmous companies is staggering. Staggering in most every way. Corporations are like mobs. The rules of accountability, productivity and purpose are entirely different for them than they are for individuals.

Hrmph.

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