Now they're using electric shock on me. I've got electrodes attached to me. I went down to the mail room to see if I had any correspondence from Lucille and the dumb ass behind the desk said, "I thought you already got your mail," and I said, "That's the problem right there, YOU THOUGHT. No one asked you to think. You just do what you're told. If you were supposed to THINK you wouldn't be working in a mail room now would you."
Then next thing you know, I'm ON THE FLOOR twitching after I had the shit shocked out of me. They've decided that "positive reinforcement" isn't working on me and I need something called "aversives." What the hell?!?!?!?
Buckethead, this isn't funny anymore, I'm afraid of where this is going. Please see what you can do. I know you've been having a blast running around and playing golf and sleeping late, but enough is enough, I'm asking for help here.
Please respond ASAP
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