"...and so, when the team adopts my forward-thinking plan, we'll find that intra-departmental synergies can be re-aligned with corporate strategies..."

Christ, do you breathe through your eyes?

"...so as to obtain maximum market penetration and minimal disruption across the newly flattened hierarchical model. What do you think?"

What do I think? I think that's the biggest load of corporate-crap I've ever heard.

I think you don't really want my opinion - you want adulation commensurate with your inflated salary; you want validation of your expansive ego.

You want us to be the archetypal plebs, ready to do do your bidding, deluding ourselves that a few crumbs might fall from your feast to the floor, that we may kill ourselves and climb over the fallen bodies of our once friends in the rush to stuff a few morsels into our pockets, hoping to keep the wolves at bay for at least another day.

You know what I think? I think you're a fuckwit.

"I think you're a fuckwit."

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