I have done the food business from the manure pile to the sewage treatment plant. I retired with a chronic case of pissoffolosis brought on by the M and M management style and consider myself a born-again sycophant who found salvation in the academic literature on bullshit.
I survived bureaucracy with a poetic crutch - an old German poem for which English and French translations exist: The Gedanken sind frei/Thoughts are free. There were days when I would have recited the first few lines several times before the first coffee break!
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