Sulphur Mtn.
Casitas Springs, Calif.
April 2010
When you get start to get used to a long winter at a cush corporate desk job, free corporate bagels and potluck in the corporate break room, sitting behind a corporate computer all day coloring coporate spreadsheets trying to stay somewhat in the lines while watching the world pass you by outside your corporate window your gentrified ass starts to get as cushy as your desk job and your individualism starts to get corporated.
When the days start to grow longer and the sun starts to shine a little warmer through your corporate peep hole on the outside world you start to want to de-corporatefy. You start to get this insane urges to go all Office Space on the corporate drones that buzz and hum outside my door all day.
("The thing is, Bob, it's not that I'm lazy, it's that I just don't care... It's a problem of motivation, all right? Now if I work my ass off and Initech ships a few extra units, I don't see another dime, so where's the motivation? And here's something else, Bob: I have eight different bosses right now... Eight, Bob. So that means that when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to tell me about it. That's my only real motivation is not to be hassled, that and the fear of losing my job. But you know, Bob, that will only make someone work just hard enough not to get fired.")
Obviously that is not entirely plausible in the real world. So instead I pack up the dog and go for a walk. A long walk. Now when the corporate walls start to move in ever tighter going for an 8-miler immediately after the closing bell may really seem like a novel idea. Truth be told when you spend an entire winter staring at thousands of spreadsheets and microwaved casseroles and your cush ass keeps growing silently behind you, walking 8 miles uphill into the setting sun is not after all the best of ideas. But it is the start of one...
Casitas Springs, Calif.
April 2010
When you get start to get used to a long winter at a cush corporate desk job, free corporate bagels and potluck in the corporate break room, sitting behind a corporate computer all day coloring coporate spreadsheets trying to stay somewhat in the lines while watching the world pass you by outside your corporate window your gentrified ass starts to get as cushy as your desk job and your individualism starts to get corporated.
When the days start to grow longer and the sun starts to shine a little warmer through your corporate peep hole on the outside world you start to want to de-corporatefy. You start to get this insane urges to go all Office Space on the corporate drones that buzz and hum outside my door all day.
("The thing is, Bob, it's not that I'm lazy, it's that I just don't care... It's a problem of motivation, all right? Now if I work my ass off and Initech ships a few extra units, I don't see another dime, so where's the motivation? And here's something else, Bob: I have eight different bosses right now... Eight, Bob. So that means that when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to tell me about it. That's my only real motivation is not to be hassled, that and the fear of losing my job. But you know, Bob, that will only make someone work just hard enough not to get fired.")
Obviously that is not entirely plausible in the real world. So instead I pack up the dog and go for a walk. A long walk. Now when the corporate walls start to move in ever tighter going for an 8-miler immediately after the closing bell may really seem like a novel idea. Truth be told when you spend an entire winter staring at thousands of spreadsheets and microwaved casseroles and your cush ass keeps growing silently behind you, walking 8 miles uphill into the setting sun is not after all the best of ideas. But it is the start of one...
Purples.
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1 comment:
I love 'show down' :)
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