Life in the corporate world.
I will never forget the first time that I actually
saw a room full of cubicles as a normal work space: not to mention names, it
was in Caterpillar’s new building here in Geneva, Switzerland. I was there to
have lunch with a couple of friends and had to go find them in the maze. I then realized exactly how fortunate I had
been never having had to experience the corporate world. But that is only one element of many : I
systematically get called on the carpet by my sister for what I say as so many
things are no longer « politically correct », but then again as I
said the last time she corrected me on whatever « sorry, I have only ever
had to answer to myself and certainly won’t at my age be learning to change my
language just to suit the corporate world that I am not – and never will be –
part of » (note to D-L… dangling preposition and I choose not to correct
it !).
But I digress : cubicle swapping seems to
be the latest corporate craze – I had an e-mail from a friend who has recently had to
endure this fun, grown-up version of musical chairs and as he
wrote « … but got
sidetracked with the continuing moves of the other people around me. I
was quite literally the first of 30 or 20 on this floor to move cubicles. »
I was imagining in my mind’s eye the old Charlie Chaplin’s « Modern
Times » where he was caught in the cog wheel of a machine.
I imagine that they call it progress, but one could get as dizzy on this
type of progress as one does on the « Mad Tea Cups » at Disneyland
and surely productivity does not improve.
Glad to be in my non-cubicle world: oh dear, am I in danger of resisting
change ?
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| Scott Adams - Dilbert and his cubicles |
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