Diahrrea, Confucianism and The System

I don't feel like being "on" today. So I called in sick.

Mind you, I work three days a week. But, whatever....


I just wouldn't pull my arse off the imitation leather, ie, leatherette floor chair thingie (displayed w/Hello Kitty in a previous post) that we've got here, so I had to come up with a good excuse.

A Japanese excuse.





Which is laughable. Because there is no such thing. Japanese people don't take off work. They come in with raging fevers, grotesque pus-oozing postules, Beri Beri, you name it.



It's the Confucianism thing, probably. Oh, and they cover everything up with a nice, sanitary face mask.



But they don't stay home. Duty, honor and Obedience and obedience to Duty and Honor, you understand.



Now, naturally, they are quite accustomed to us self-indulgent foreigners calling in sick. But this time, I felt I had to really make it good because... well, I felt guilty...

So, I said I have diarrhea.




Who can argue with that?


I mean, you can't argue with diarrhea. Diarrhea always wins.


You can't reason with diarrhea. Diarrhea does what the hell it wants to do.


You can't negotiate with diarrhea. Diarrhea tells YOU what to do.

But I don't blame Diarrhea. I blame the system. It's the system that makes us tell all sorts of lies in the name of... of, hell, I just don't feel like going to work today.

Dismantle the system and you dismantle all the lies.

Dismantle the system and you dismantle the heart of Deception, and let's face it, Pure Evil, as we know it.

I'm convinced.

Now just tell me where to actually find the system and we'll go somewhere with this.... as soon as I pry my ass cheeks off this leatherette floor chair thingie.