Not that I wear sunglasses indoors, unless I’m in a glasshouse or something, but I have to say I’m glad I don’t work in an office, a corporate one anyway, if the wearing of shades is subject to so many rules and regulations:
“When you’re inside, you need to take your sunglasses off. Even if you’re carrying piles of stuff in both hands, put it all down and take your sunglasses off. If you’re inside with your sunglasses on it can be seen as inconsiderate or evasive, like you’re hiding something. Are you hung over? Do you not want to look people in the eye? That’s the nonverbal cue that comes off if you don’t take your shades off.”
Doing nothing is hard work. Constantly maintaining the facade of looking busy is a full time job in itself, and for one US worker has virtually become a career, as nine or so years in, he still occupies, and is paid for, a role that his employer apparently abolished very early into his tenure with the company.
So I arrived, acquired a large office in a remote corner of said facility, and continued with my march towards greatness. Then, something strange and wonderful happened. In outlook, an EMail appeared with my name in the “Courtesy Copy” field. Apparently, a new Vice President had decided to delegate the responsibilities that once were mine to another department. Immediately frightened for my job and my well being, I was tempted to scream out – yet, thankfully, I remained silent. I continued to come into the office on time every day, picked up the random pieces of my old job that were left scattered in the transition, and waited for the word. That, my friends, was 4 months ago to the day. After 30 days, I became convinced that I was a forgotten, non digestible entity in the corporate stomach. No man ever comes over to ask me for anything – although I am but a Manager, and Directors roam the hallways like rabid hyenas, I am much too senior to all of them for them to attempt an attack. Every once in a while, the phone will ring, and an old acquaintance will ask for help solving a problem – I gladly comply. Sometimes, I let the phone ring… but the voicemail light never comes on. They move on to the next target, under the false assumption that I am much too busy to be bothered.
I don’t know if this is for real, though I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if it were, but there has to be a screenplay in it. The more you read, the better it gets.
I’d hate to think what would happen if online oracle Wikipedia were unable to function for whatever reason, but it seems the administrators have given the matter some thought. Sort of.
The policy is designed to facilitate the preservation of the encyclopedia by a transition to non-electronic media in an orderly, time-sensitive manner or, if events dictate otherwise, the preservation of the encyclopedia by other means. Editors are asked to familiarize themselves with the procedures and in the unlikely event that the implementation of these procedures proves necessary, act in accordance with the procedural guidelines, inasmuch as circumstances allow.
I’d not want to be the person having to convert all that data into “non-electronic media”… better order up a couple billion reams of paper, no?
A physicist, a mathematician and an engineer stay in a hotel. The engineer is awakened by a smell and gets up to check it. He finds a fire in the hallway, sees a nearby fire extinguisher and after extinguishing it, goes back to bed. Later that night, the physicist gets up, again because of the smell of fire. He quickly gets up and sees the fire in the hallway. After calculating air pressure, flame temperature and humidity as well as distance to the fire and projected trajectory, he extinguishes the fire with the least amount of fluid. At last, the mathematician awakes, only again to find a fire in the hallway. He instantly sees the extinguisher and thinks, “A solution exists!”, and heads back into his room.