{"id":41181,"date":"2023-02-13T09:53:25","date_gmt":"2023-02-13T09:53:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mailinvest.blog\/index.php\/2023\/02\/13\/the-art-of-malicious-compliance-the-register\/"},"modified":"2023-02-13T09:54:30","modified_gmt":"2023-02-13T09:54:30","slug":"the-art-of-malicious-compliance-the-register","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mailinvest.blog\/index.php\/2023\/02\/13\/the-art-of-malicious-compliance-the-register\/","title":{"rendered":"the art of malicious compliance \u2022 The Register"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Who, Me?<\/span> Ah, light reader, welcome again as soon as once more to the snug backwater of The Register<\/em> we name Who, Me? through which readers’ tales of not-quite-rightness are immortalized for the ages.<\/p>\n

This week we meet “Steve” (not his actual identify) who was within the US Air Drive within the mid-Seventies. As he was engaged to be married and base lodging was unavailable, he took a second job to complement his army earnings so he might afford an residence. To this point it is a story as healthful and American as apple pie.<\/p>\n

The job Steve took was with a serious furnishings retailer \u2013 as a result of a younger household transferring into a brand new residence wants furnishings and a workers low cost is useful. Pop some ice cream on that pie there. We’re in Norman Rockwell nation.<\/p>\n

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