The One About the French

Burning with Culture

Sometime this week, my future at the company I currently work for will be decided by a grape-sniffing, Sarkozy-loving, continental. This middle-aged man will ash his cigarette, and through the thin veil of smoke ponder the deep philosophical significance of a bottom-line number, make some general assessments on personnel efficiency, and determine if this company can afford to keep me.

As beautiful as that sounds, didn't we fight a war to prevent this exact situation?

I fear globalization is just advertising campaign brought to you Cisco Systems and Monster.com.

what can a poor boy do?
Dr. Koala Dick