The first face transplant has happened. It will take some time to find out whether it has worked. Good luck to you.
My new boss, Chancellor Orson, should carry a face donor card. He has more face than anyone needs. At the very least, a chin donor card. I counted six at our last meeting. It's more interesting to count his chins than to listen to what he says.
He's one of those who started as a scientist but was no good at it. So he was promoted to get him out of the way. Scum rises to the top, and now we have a thick layer of it on the glass of water that we call science.
I wonder how long it will take before we hear of personality transplants? Orson needs one, desperately.
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Rom, people here in the states have lost their jobs for saying less than this on their blogs. Are you protected by law there? Maybe you're using a pseudonym, but it wouldn't be hard for anyone googling to figure out who you are. What gives?
Ah, this is going back to when I was employed. I was, and still am, careless of the feelings of idiots, no matter how far up the corporate ladder they might have climbed.
I could have landed in hot water for this, had it been noted at the time. It was not, and I've been in hot water before with no lasting damage.
Now I am self employed, the only one who can fire me is me. I'm not likely to do that, no matter who complains.
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