In which I pay for my hubris
In the post prior to this, I arrogantly mocked the corporate cult religion known as Six Sigma (go look it up yourself -- I can't bring myself to explain) by posting a Dilbert cartoon mocking it.
Today, as I relaxed at my desk, preparing to slide out to lunch, my boss came and beckoned me to follow him. On our way to our unknown destination, he revealed to me I had been chosen (anointed?) to undergo Six Sigma Green Belt certification this year.
Aieee! I've been asked to drink the Kool-Aid!
The Gods once again reveal the twistedness of their sense of humor.
On the bright side, I may have found the motherlode of absurdity to be mined for my next novel.
(On a completely random note: did you know the 1960's British band Sigma 6 was a precursor to Pink Floyd? Me neither.)
Today, as I relaxed at my desk, preparing to slide out to lunch, my boss came and beckoned me to follow him. On our way to our unknown destination, he revealed to me I had been chosen (anointed?) to undergo Six Sigma Green Belt certification this year.
Aieee! I've been asked to drink the Kool-Aid!
The Gods once again reveal the twistedness of their sense of humor.
On the bright side, I may have found the motherlode of absurdity to be mined for my next novel.
(On a completely random note: did you know the 1960's British band Sigma 6 was a precursor to Pink Floyd? Me neither.)
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