I Accept

Dear Ms. Jane:

I accept your kind offer of employment at Happy Hiney Hospital (where you're just happy that my ass is there!).

In the immortal words of JFK (spoken in my best Baaas-ten accent): "I choose to go to your Hospital. I choose to go to your Hospital in this week and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of my energies and skills, because that challenge is one that I am willing to accept, one I are unwilling to postpone, and one which I intend to win, and the others, too."

I'm not completely certain what the "and the other things" means exactly, but I'm pretty sure it had something to do with having multiple mistresses.

At any rate, the lack of circulating cannabanoids and ether alcohol have allowed my dopinergic receptors to begin working in my brain again, and I was thinking that maybe the Compliance Department needs a motto of some sort. I'm thinking:

"NO MEANS NO"
-or-

COMPLY OR DIE

-or-

The Compliance Department (where we almost always qualify our statements)

...which sort of got me thinking: what is "compliance" anyway? I'm almost certain it has something to do with kicking somebody's ass, but I wasn't enterely sure, so I asked this nice young man who came to my door, offering literature about a Tower I was supposed to Watch, or something about Jesus. I asked him what compliance was, and he handed me this:

Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I've started working out again in hopes of racking some nuts and busting some heads for you.

I'll be in the office on Monday. Oh yeah last thing - dress code. Would it be OK for me to wear this until we gets our "COMPLY OR DIE" t-shirts made?
Thanks and I promise I won't let you down. I won't make you proud, but I definately won't let you down.....

-Captain Sharky