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So, offices suck, and we all know that. They tend to be very dull places where people who don't much like each other are forced to gather and pretend to achieve Many Great Things, while earning filthy dirty money and frequently battling with boredom. Some people earn more than others, and some people are more pallypallychummychummy with those who decide about things like money than others. And so, the office because a damned hotbed of strategic wrangling - a hotbed, I tell you, of what can only be described as politics.
My office is pretty small and quaint, and so we like to keep the politics pretty clear and straighforward. Feudal, you might say. Or at least... we did. But all of a sudden, tempers are fraying in elegant demonstrations of the passive aggressive, and many many unsightly and stinky things are rumoured to be coming close to hitting fans up and down the building. Except of course, that won't happen, coz that was just a rumour that Jeff the photocopying wench started to stir up some drama.
Does the petty scrapping within the office drag you into its slimy lair, or do you rise above it all like some sort of zen hummingbird? Is it necessary to participate in order to survive (and get more of that dirty, filthy money)? And if someone in a superior position is coming dangerously close to bullying someone else as part of their own sinister strategem, should I be a good Boy Scout and go tell the teacher, or should I Have Words with the bully, such as I hear grown-ups do, or should I develop my own entirely separate tactics and start raising campaign funds Now?
Tell me about the silly silly rubbish that goes on in your office and make me feel better! |
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