In the beginning, God created work?

Today was the day, the day I truly lost my mind to this place. How can I possibly continue to consider myself sane in this crazy place. I feel institutionalized. Shouldn't they hand out straight jackets with these I.D. badges they hand out to us at the time of our hiring? What type of company do you work for when you have to warn the new employees to "Leave logic at the door"?

Ok... a little back story:

The authors of this page all work for a medium sized family owned company somewhere in America. We make up the entirety of the company's art department...and this is the result of placing all the company's creative individuals in one room. A room with contrasting multi-colored walls, a radio with no censorship, and a computer every eight feet. Based on the culture of the company, we tend to find ourselves on the outside looking into the insanity of this capitalist experiment, and all the personalities, bizarre corporate traditions, and illogical mental decisions that help to somehow ultimately make this company money by the end of the 4th quarter of each year (I haven't figured out quite how we do that part yet).

We all hail from college, each ingrained by professors with a vision of a fictional reality of the corporate world we were all destined to enter upon graduation. We all awoke on the day of our hire to the truly psychotic universe that is white collar America. As our mind's melt away under the strain of the work week, we seek vengeance on the hell we are forced to endure each weekday within these walls. This is our story, our dairy... our own personal reality TV show.