Corporate theft or fun with domestic animals?

I played an incredible amount of hooky yesterday, otherwise known as milking the cow or screwing the pooch... a metaphor directed toward such a non-deserving mega entity that requires much more needed respect and attention than being called a bovine or pooch. I actually got a full eight-hour compliment of pay complete with ever decreasing bennies for bending some expressive pipe for the deck, trimming a rogue tree that dares to rest against the neighbor’s phone lines, mowing a lawn that should be somehow engineered to feed someone or something in a third world country, and a drive to a wine tasting that capped the evening with zero guilt for the day’s transgressions.

There are many ways to contribute to a process, many ways to define whether a process is worthy of contribution, and many ways to screw the processed pooch. I prefer my way, of course. I guess I have lost my way as a trooper in the ever infinite expansion of corporate domination…no longer an integral cog but an exploited necessary evil to be controlled and manipulated for the better good. That good would be in this particular case… “mo money, all da money, and now.”

Was this theft? Contractually speaking with a full implementation of lawyer induced verbiage… yup. Could a “Les Miserable” scenario arise from this blatant act of criminal intent? Kinda… with much less drama and the need for people who can collectively sing in harmony, something I doubt my neighbors are capable of doing. Could this act of social deviancy cause an abrupt cancellation of livelihood? Hmmm. No risk, no reward. No blood, no foul. No pain, no gain.

Anyway, for every corporation that: makes money off of rogue nations exporting terrorism, exports reasonably paying jobs overseas, and pollutes the crap out of mother earth… there be a pooch needing a good screwing.