Thursday, July 06, 2006
George Costanza; A god among wageslaves
mydaysasawageslave.com
this week I learnt something.
I learnt that security is essential if the wheels of industry are to continue rolling.
I learnt that I should be more expressive and creative for the company.
I learnt that I should be more loyal to my company
I learnt that I must think of myself as a 6 letter word beginning with 'W' and ending with 'R'.
I work in marketing and this is my story.
The week got off to a bad start. I skipped the 8.30am Monday morning meeting with a sense of purpose, using the George Costanza method of avoiding contact with fellow workers.
George (out of Seinfeld) is a God among wageslaves. Whenever someone looks like they may be on to the fact you are slacking off or even hopelessly out of your depth, just bang the table in frustration, mutter to yourself and curse the lack of hours in the day to do your work. It's usually guaranteed to keep away busy bodies who fear and respect such aggressive levels of work related dedication. Or maybe they fear you'll be going postal any minute.
So when everyone comes out of their meeting, I make sure sure I am seen slaving over a desk ranting to myself. People usually presume I have been too busy to attend. As opposed to just having woken up.
I learnt that someone else was leaving too.
so there you go.
this week I learnt something.
I learnt that security is essential if the wheels of industry are to continue rolling.
I learnt that I should be more expressive and creative for the company.
I learnt that I should be more loyal to my company
I learnt that I must think of myself as a 6 letter word beginning with 'W' and ending with 'R'.
I work in marketing and this is my story.
The week got off to a bad start. I skipped the 8.30am Monday morning meeting with a sense of purpose, using the George Costanza method of avoiding contact with fellow workers.
George (out of Seinfeld) is a God among wageslaves. Whenever someone looks like they may be on to the fact you are slacking off or even hopelessly out of your depth, just bang the table in frustration, mutter to yourself and curse the lack of hours in the day to do your work. It's usually guaranteed to keep away busy bodies who fear and respect such aggressive levels of work related dedication. Or maybe they fear you'll be going postal any minute.
So when everyone comes out of their meeting, I make sure sure I am seen slaving over a desk ranting to myself. People usually presume I have been too busy to attend. As opposed to just having woken up.
I learnt that someone else was leaving too.
so there you go.
# posted by mydaysasawageslave @ 5:37 AM 
