Part 3: Self-Help / Meditation Tapes
Last but not least, we must remember the saying, "Og helps those who help themselves," even though this saying has no basis in truth. We do not help those who help themselves. In fact, William Flycrake, the last employee who attempted to help himself, was put into the Boo Box for his impudence. But forget about him; we have. Let's just discuss the tapes.
If you're a proud Scientologist or Amway salesman (and these days, who isn't?), then chances are you're already familiar with the wonders of soothing, honey-tongued self-help tapes. But these wonders of personal fulfillment are not just the province of borderline cultists and crystal-dangling hippies anymore! That's right, they're the province of number-crunching cubicle jockeys like yourselves!
The great thing about self-help / meditation tapes is that if you listen to somebody repeating a certain phrase for long enough, it will become embedded in your consciousness like a lawn dart tossed by the Mongoloid kids next door. And when you're locked in your windowless office for eighteen hours a day, you will appreciate the companionship of voices whispering into your brain. We at State Og recommend the following tapes:
"For the Glory of the Hive! The Hive!"
"God Is The Numbers, Peon"
"Join Us... Join Us... Join Us..."
"They're All Spying On You, Reginald"
"DESTROY! DESTROY THEM ALL!"
This last was specially developed for use in the State Og workplace, as rabid egomaniac and highly-developed homicidal instinct are necessary traits here, (especially during employee games night, a fun-filled eve of joy in which we play the popular games "Hide 'N Snipe" and "Pin The Dagger On The Secretary", amongst others.)
Part 4: Setting Personal Boundaries
Setting boundaries means defining yourself and your space, and whether you want to share it with others. Boundaries are different for everyone, due to preference and cultural factors. For example, in America, it is against the law to sit down next to a stranger and attempt to fondle their genitals. In England, it is encouraged, and in some towns legally enforced. Here are some ideas to help you define your personal space. They include:
Imprison yourself within a shipping crate and, if questioned, speak only in riddles.
Carry a bag of feces with you and hurl its contents at all who walk by. Pound your chest to assert your dominance.
If you have the option, switch to 'engineer' class. When you respawn, you will be able to build boundary-enforcing sentry guns wherever you wish.
When walking around the office, proudly wear the necklace of human ears that you brought back from your trip to Uganda.
Nothing says 'please respect my personal space' like screaming about Jesus at the top of your lungs and stapling relevant Jack Chick comics to all outgoing documents.
Every time you have a conversation with your coworkers, casually work in the phrase, "...and the doctor says my leprosy is incurable." Then leap forward and rub your decaying flesh all over them.
That's all for this week, but stay tuned for more State Og, which will be updated next time from our "Orbiting Rotational Death Sphere"!
A reluctant family is forced to welcome a non-human participant to Thanksgiving dinner.
Perfect Eggs Every Time: Hold an egg in your cupped hands. Put your hands over a fire, squeezing them together gently to crack the egg open. Try not to let any egg liquid or egg shell fall out between your fingers.
You cant go around life being smart in an unconventional way, it could change the world.
State Og... what is it? Who knows! Where do they operate? No clue! All we know is they're fairly evil, and nobody dares question the might of State Og!