The Spider and the Fly - A Call Center Tale

There's this curious tale of "The Spider and the Fly" originally written by Mary Howitt. To cut the long story short, Spider promised Fly glorious temptation and despite the fact that Fly knew the terrible fate that's dangled in front of him, he willingly got himself tangled up, trapped and eaten up. yum yum.

This dainty tale could very well be the next corporate strategy for sWEatSTERN sWATTS (abbreviated as SwitShop) as they gear up for their Davao spider web, err... office. They've had their fill of cebudamus-flymus and want some davaomiscus-flymus.

the buzz in Cebu is still strong about the nasty incident of mass termination (a.k.a. suckered - while - still - alive - and - kicking) of cebudamus by SwitShop that resulted in the extermination of more than 1,000 flymus just when Christmas was about to roll in (apparenty, these flymus creatures are Christians). Some greedy SwitShop this one... aside from being naturally curious creatures of habit, the cebudamus variety has this penchant for sharing stories, and my-oh-my what stories they have that can fill pages and pages of horror stories how SwitShop suckered the living daylights outta flymuses.

head buzz story teller bobby nalzaro already buzzed about this one and it seems that the Department of Overworked Laborers and Ensects (DOLE) hasn't done a-thing to check the voracious appetite of SwitShop.

and SwitShop is planning another fancy-spancy web to trap the newest victim on it's radar: davao. If you're inclined, visit the ORIGINAL Spider and Fly story and notice how terribly true the story is, all you have to do is replace "spider" with SwitShop and "fly" with "davaodemus".


"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly;
"'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you may spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
"Oh no, no," said the little fly; "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer grew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes and green and purple hue,
Thinking only of her crested head. Poor, foolish thing! at last
Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast;
He dragged her up his winding stair, into the dismal den -
Within his little parlor - but she ne'er came out again!

and here my web-spinning tale comes to an end...


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