  There's a common belief that my employer accounts for the employment of the majority of simian life in North America. We've had visions of calling our credit card companies, getting mysteriously routed through to approvals and hearing the true voices of those behind our credit application processes: "Oooh oooh ahh ahhh ahh ooh ooh ooh". We also believe that our warehouse is inhabited by groups of "Monkey-techs"; roving bands of simians that remove the accessories, cartridges, drivers, and cables from units that they "repair" (simian code for coating a broken unit with feces). It's only now, after seeing footage of some of my superiors on digital video that I realized this phenomenon pervades even the most human seeming tiers of my employer. From now on, when meetings are run, all I shall hear is "oooh ooh ooooh ah aaaah aaaaahh oooh! " 
