Funny story: was living in another ghetto on the other side of town in a tenement building. One day, on getting home, I smelled some sort of alien cooking odor all down my hall. Cursed the darn ethnics under my breath. Got to my apartment, opened the door, found that it was what I'd put in my crockpot that morning.
Well, many years ago I had an apartment and my neighbors were various ethnics whom I used to curse for all the weird smelling foods. There was a period at work where everyone was in good spirits and would bring food and flavored coffees and I volunteered to cook a chicken and rice dish. Someone gave me a cookbook with exotic dishes that I wanted to try out. So I began the preparation of the meal and while it was simmering....that smell. I kept imagining the neighbors who were cursing me.
Sigh, I remember a time when my coworkers and I were in a good group state like that. We'd have some of the most incredible potlucks, would even socialize after work and on weekends. Then someone in upper management decided to lay off the 'spirit' committee and stop having the annual Christmas Bash due to finances.
I think that they do. I've worked in the field I have for a few years, and in a few different places, now. In the two largest of them (where I stayed the longest), I'd noted a trend of upper management 'cleaning out' certain departments every 2-3 years. I suspect it's because of being threatened by camaraderie of the people actually out doing the work, and also to clear out people they think know too much. I'm surprised that I've lasted as long as I have at the current place, to be honest - except that no one would ever want to end up doing my job. (Not so - no one's indispensible. They'd just hire consultants. It's more likely that they can't find anything to write me up on.)
Not a very happy environment to have to show up to on a day to day basis, but, well, it beats being a child brick-baker in India.
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Happens in houses too.
I guess it would, now, wouldn't it.
Funny story: was living in another ghetto on the other side of town in a tenement building. One day, on getting home, I smelled some sort of alien cooking odor all down my hall. Cursed the darn ethnics under my breath. Got to my apartment, opened the door, found that it was what I'd put in my crockpot that morning.
Well, many years ago I had an apartment and my neighbors were various ethnics whom I used to curse for all the weird smelling foods. There was a period at work where everyone was in good spirits and would bring food and flavored coffees and I volunteered to cook a chicken and rice dish. Someone gave me a cookbook with exotic dishes that I wanted to try out. So I began the preparation of the meal and while it was simmering....that smell. I kept imagining the neighbors who were cursing me.
Boy was it good. And was a big hit at work.
Sigh, I remember a time when my coworkers and I were in a good group state like that. We'd have some of the most incredible potlucks, would even socialize after work and on weekends. Then someone in upper management decided to lay off the 'spirit' committee and stop having the annual Christmas Bash due to finances.
You just have to enjoy that type of workplace while it lasts. Ours didn't last long either. I wonder if upper management gets threatened by that?
I think that they do. I've worked in the field I have for a few years, and in a few different places, now. In the two largest of them (where I stayed the longest), I'd noted a trend of upper management 'cleaning out' certain departments every 2-3 years. I suspect it's because of being threatened by camaraderie of the people actually out doing the work, and also to clear out people they think know too much. I'm surprised that I've lasted as long as I have at the current place, to be honest - except that no one would ever want to end up doing my job. (Not so - no one's indispensible. They'd just hire consultants. It's more likely that they can't find anything to write me up on.)
Not a very happy environment to have to show up to on a day to day basis, but, well, it beats being a child brick-baker in India.
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