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Donuts and Euphemisms

Dear members and constituents,
We've all used them before. Short phrases designed to protect the sensitivities of others. They're called Euphemisms and for some reason the work world seems to be rank with them. Let's take "Human Resources" (formerly the "Personnel" department). We are managing resources, it's not... personal. Moving down the list is Opex Reduction. We all know profits are good and expenses are bad, so it stands to reason operational expenses are something we want to avoid like the plague... right? Pink Slip has such a nice ring to it (pink being such a delicate color and all). I must say RIF tops them all for me. We've created an acronym for a euphemism. Two layers removed from the act. RIF, of course stands for Reduction in Force. Surely, if you apply too much force you will break something. Reducing the force applied can't be bad. Force, we all know is short for Workforce... this impersonal fuel that keeps the industrial machine going (wait a second...) Fortunately, when it comes to donuts (the true fuel of that keeps the economy going) there is no need for euphemisms. Donuts have no dark side, unless, of course, chocolate is involved. In the case of Chocolate glazed donuts the top of the donut is dark. Be that as it may, whether it is you or someone you know who is fresh to the job market, the sweet taste of a donut should help us all see the bright side (and if your donut is "let go" remember to apply the ten second rule and pick it up for continued enjoyment).

It seems appropriate Michael Remacle is donut boy today. He is truly going out with a big splash. Apple Fritters, Maple Bars, Hubcaps and a broad selection of LaMar's donuts should make this a memorable Friday. So come on by and grab one of these Round Incarnations of Flavor. Also, don't forget to visit our blog at http://fridaydonuts.blogspot.com/ (this may come particularly handy if you are the lucky recipient of a "package" -- wait, that was not FedEx we were just talking about?)

Happy Friday!

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