Project Workplace. Research Journal Entry # 1

Jan, 2011

I am planning to extend a casual greeting to my fellow workers at the office. The main objective is to determine their human condition. I shall continue reporting on the progress of this experiment.

Later.

The greeting was returned in a polite manner by most of the subjects involved in the experiment. The nature of said greeting varied, depending on corporate hierarchy. Minions clearly appreciated being noticed, with the exception of Weirdly McCrazy. Peers acknowledged it, in the spirit of a misplaced sense of fair competition. Superiors smiled, in their flawed attempt to prove their blood is also red.

The above observation led me to formulate the following premise: Even the simplest social convention can be easily turned into means of establishing and consolidating corporate social status, a.k.a. organizational structure brought to the day to day social interactions.

Short

Life is miserable. You should stop pretending that it is beautiful or that it can be improved. Bad things keep happening to you and those around you. Life often hits you hard. Only good food, booze and fraternal company can mitigate the effect. With those three things, life can be almost bearable. I have no time for shitty food, non-alcoholic beer or assholes. As bad as it is, life is too short to waste…