Did you ever have one of those days at work where you feel like you are one of the individuals given the choice of death or unga-bunga?
For those that do not know the joke:
Two men are captured by a tribe of savages. The chief walks up to the two frightened me and states “you have two choices: death or unga-bunga”, points to the first man and says “choose.”
The first man thinks about his choices then replies. “Well I don’t want to die. I choose unga-bunga.”
The chief raises his staff in the air and yells “unga-bunga”. All the savages yell “unga-bunga” and start dancing.
The first man is taken into the center of the village and the vilest of acts are performed upon him, over and over again for hours and hours until the man is simply a mere shell of what he once was. He is alive, but scarred for life.
The chief returns to the second man: “choose – death or unga-bunga.”
After witnessing the horrific treatment of his colleague the second man proudly replies “No human being should ever endure what that man did; I choose death!”
The chief raises his staff in the air and yells “Death, death, death by unga-bunga”.
It’s just like that at work sometimes. You have witnessed or been down a long and painful path and when given the alternative don’t see how it could possibly be worse; but it is. So you embark upon that long painful path again hoping that death comes quickly or salvation arrives.