Management at work, in an effort to boldly step into the 1990's, has decided we need a mission statement.
I hate mission statements. Every worker I know wants nothing to do with it. But we had to give suggestions anyway. Mine was: "Crush your enemies. See them driven before you. Hear the lamentation of their women."
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Sung to this, of course.
Naturally.
Grrrr ... mission statements - worse than committees, especially in a parish. Mine, with all its faults, doesn't have a M.S. - thank the good Lord!
Chloesmom
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