You're not wearing enough flare!
Office Space is pretty much a perfect movie, improved only by the experience of working in a corporate environment and internalizing the soul sucking that goes on.
This office is boring. There are some fun people, but the jobs are boring. The advertising here has a Friday breakfast club. Floyd and I were talking about it on the way to work. I have never been part of it, but my friends in adv often sneak me food on Friday. Especially since the Ex is the mastermind behind the club. PEOPLE FREAK OUT ABOUT THE CLUB. There are people that make gigantic breakfast skillets, or quiches or potato egg cakes... all good stuff. Then there are people that make less of an effort and grab some bagels and spreads and orange juice. Then there are events that are now only scornfully referred to as "the cereal bar incident". These people are much less popular immediately.
Then there's what will forever be known as the "Scottie D Incident of 2005". Scottie was once in adv, but got a position elsewhere two weeks before his breakfast club day. He failed to tell anyone that he wasn't bringing breakfast in and all hell broke lose. Last minute things were bought by other people on friday morning. Cartoons of Scott admitting to his cheapness and other more sinister things were hung all over the dept. People stopped talking, friendships were broken. This is what happens when you expect to eat others' food for months then bail just because you move. This is what happens when you mess with breakfast club.
Naturally, of course necessarily, a joint blog was set up to deal with these issues and put social pressure on people to perform.........I'd throw in a link but it is far too painful.
posted by chinchilla @ 3:32 PM
1 Comments:
It sounds to me like one of those well-intentioned work events that nonetheless quickly spiral out of control, becoming a bastion of cliqueness about which great social wars are fought, alliances are forged and others broken, and many are left dead or traumatized in the aftermath. You know... something about the road to hell and good intentions. I'm naturally painting things with dark colours and maybe it's all peachy and good, at least for now, but I can't help my cynicism. When you're doing stuff with friends, the group is self-selecting and exists in a large pool of people from which to choose and into which throw back undesirables. At work, you're with a much smaller group of people who were randomly drawn together, and where self-selection is so constrained by the claustrophobic nature of the environment and the fact that those you don't like don't just go away, that what arises is cliques and divisiveness and misery. This doesn't mean that you can't have friends and social events and a good time, but there are additional challenges which, depending on the workplace, may become critical and debilitating. Or something.
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