switched on the mike. “How appropriate.”
Dave gave her the thumbs-up. He switched on station identification KCOM-FM and the promo part of Anne’s show. Hilton zoomed in on Anne’s face and did some last-minute adjustments.
Lillian put her headphones on and Veronica peeked in to ensure all was well. Hilton loved this moment. It was showtime.
Anne studied her notes and then started her monologue.
“Today, we’re going to begin the show with a hypothetical situation. Now, say you design, implement and fund your very own corporation. You get it up and running, put people in charge—make everything all fine and nice. You own one hundred percent of the 73
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stock. It’s all going so well until one day something starts to change. It’s undermining. Say it starts in the mailroom with the clerks. They start reinterpreting the incoming mail. They start translating your words into their own language—a language you don’t speak. They tell you it’s just a form of corporate shorthand, a better way to communicate with the rest of the group. You, as head honcho, get a little nervous, feel a little unease in your gut, but the workers and middle management seem to be running smoothly.
You take a trip and you come back to find upper management has changed the credo. There’s a hostile takeover. They set you up and bam! You’re out the door of your corporation. The boxes are packed, your last check is cut and you’re history. You’re so shocked and dismayed that you forget to protest. It’s not until later that it all becomes apparent what they’ve done. They’ve rewritten, rein-vented and reconstituted you, and then to add insult to injury they slowly begin to remove you from society. That’s what really sucks.
Now, you’re expendable. Every holiday, every word, every mention of you is to be eradicated as if you never existed. What would you do? How would you feel? Now, you might be thinking this is some big guy that has it all and he just got the shaft. So who cares?
And you’d be correct. But what if the big corporate executive is God? I’m thinking we all better watch out because if the one in charge decides to exact a little retribution we’re in big trouble.”
Hilton watched the computer monitor. Anne was totally brilliant. At the moment she looked like a television evangelist getting really serious just before he asks for your wallet. She looked stunning in her dark green gabardine tailored suit with a black silk shirt. The combination of green and black set off her green eyes and seemed to accent her dark curls. Her hair was cut just above her chin and hung loosely around her face. Hilton swore she must get her hair trimmed every other week because it always looked perfect, unlike her own snarled mess. It was drizzling outside and her hair was a disaster. She tied it up in disgust. She’d come up with various methods for twisting it around and sort of tucking it 74
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back into itself. If she didn’t move around a lot it would stay that way for a while.
Break came and Anne clicked on her mike. “How was that?”
“Beautiful, for a minute there I thought you’d morphed into Dr. Jerry Falwell. It kind of scared me,” Hilton said. “Come take a look at it.”
“I have better hair than he does,” she said, taking her hand and fluffing up her curls.
Lillian was digging around in her beige purse for her cigarettes.
Hilton had watched this scene for several days in a row, wondering what Lillian could possibly be hauling around in a purse that was the size of a suitcase and why she always lost her cigarettes in its enormous void. When Anne entered the room Lillian said,
“There’s a bunch of kook balls on the line that want to talk this and that.”
“Lillian, could you be a little more specific?” Anne said as she came into the control room.
“Kooks about you-know-who,” Lillian said, pointing
Dave gave her the thumbs-up. He switched on station identification KCOM-FM and the promo part of Anne’s show. Hilton zoomed in on Anne’s face and did some last-minute adjustments.
Lillian put her headphones on and Veronica peeked in to ensure all was well. Hilton loved this moment. It was showtime.
Anne studied her notes and then started her monologue.
“Today, we’re going to begin the show with a hypothetical situation. Now, say you design, implement and fund your very own corporation. You get it up and running, put people in charge—make everything all fine and nice. You own one hundred percent of the 73
All content of this eBook is copyrighted.
stock. It’s all going so well until one day something starts to change. It’s undermining. Say it starts in the mailroom with the clerks. They start reinterpreting the incoming mail. They start translating your words into their own language—a language you don’t speak. They tell you it’s just a form of corporate shorthand, a better way to communicate with the rest of the group. You, as head honcho, get a little nervous, feel a little unease in your gut, but the workers and middle management seem to be running smoothly.
You take a trip and you come back to find upper management has changed the credo. There’s a hostile takeover. They set you up and bam! You’re out the door of your corporation. The boxes are packed, your last check is cut and you’re history. You’re so shocked and dismayed that you forget to protest. It’s not until later that it all becomes apparent what they’ve done. They’ve rewritten, rein-vented and reconstituted you, and then to add insult to injury they slowly begin to remove you from society. That’s what really sucks.
Now, you’re expendable. Every holiday, every word, every mention of you is to be eradicated as if you never existed. What would you do? How would you feel? Now, you might be thinking this is some big guy that has it all and he just got the shaft. So who cares?
And you’d be correct. But what if the big corporate executive is God? I’m thinking we all better watch out because if the one in charge decides to exact a little retribution we’re in big trouble.”
Hilton watched the computer monitor. Anne was totally brilliant. At the moment she looked like a television evangelist getting really serious just before he asks for your wallet. She looked stunning in her dark green gabardine tailored suit with a black silk shirt. The combination of green and black set off her green eyes and seemed to accent her dark curls. Her hair was cut just above her chin and hung loosely around her face. Hilton swore she must get her hair trimmed every other week because it always looked perfect, unlike her own snarled mess. It was drizzling outside and her hair was a disaster. She tied it up in disgust. She’d come up with various methods for twisting it around and sort of tucking it 74
All content of this eBook is copyrighted.
back into itself. If she didn’t move around a lot it would stay that way for a while.
Break came and Anne clicked on her mike. “How was that?”
“Beautiful, for a minute there I thought you’d morphed into Dr. Jerry Falwell. It kind of scared me,” Hilton said. “Come take a look at it.”
“I have better hair than he does,” she said, taking her hand and fluffing up her curls.
Lillian was digging around in her beige purse for her cigarettes.
Hilton had watched this scene for several days in a row, wondering what Lillian could possibly be hauling around in a purse that was the size of a suitcase and why she always lost her cigarettes in its enormous void. When Anne entered the room Lillian said,
“There’s a bunch of kook balls on the line that want to talk this and that.”
“Lillian, could you be a little more specific?” Anne said as she came into the control room.
“Kooks about you-know-who,” Lillian said, pointing
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