Damn Beurocracies (click image to enlarge)

This Beurocratic BS is getting to be too much. I mean HELLLOOO my name is DEATH not Life and Death. So the crooner is dead. If the CEO wants him back alive so badly, why doesn't he file a resurrection request with the man upstairs? I don't want to go doing some other guy's job. I mean, I'm not lazy, but I don't want to get the unions pissed off because I'm doing some other guy's work. They've got me in a tough spot, though. My evaluation is coming up and I hear the former Grim Reaper has gotten tired of the rock and roll life and may be trying to take my place.

This is really all I know how to do. I can't take Keith Richards' place, so if he takes mine, where do I go? This whole Elvis mistake isn't my fault. I just do what the slips say. But, I have to fix it, of course. I ordered a copy of resurection for dummies and am trying to figure out how to take care of this, but it isn't in my job description and I certainly haven't been trained for it.

I'm so sick of all this red tape and all the triplicate forms and BS. I should have been a dancer.

In corporation-hell (literally),
Your pal,
Reap