He's in all of us. He knows our minds. He can see through our eyes. He's an outcast living in the inside - the ghost of society.
Enter the dark and tragic life of the lowly James Johnson as he trudges forward as an office drone in a boring textile...
Word of the day: Dynamism. A fancy word for personality or how a person behaves.
When you are in a work environment and you're at a level where you are somewhat important, you are invited to meetings. I don't like meetings because I just sit there at a massively large round table listening to condescending people try and outsmart the last person who had spoken before them.
It's very tedious. I sit there, clicking a pen, and nod whenever someone looks at me and asks me a question. Regardless if I agree with them, I just nod anyway in hopes they won't ask for my opinion again. Then again, perhaps my unconscious nod of the head was the one vote in one meeting that resulted in reducing the parking lot around our building. They all hated me even more afterwards. Since then, I do try and listen before I respond.
Anyway, in this meeting, we were going to discuss the air conditioning and decide whether or not we needed to fix it or buy personal fans. This was a meaningless topic because everyone knows air conditioning is a given comfort and without it, people will start complaining and those who complain the most will definitely be complaining. And personal fans are loud and whirly, and will be a distraction to those sitting at desks trying to think.
The boss always offers us coffee, but then promptly tells us to make it ourselves, and then he reads from a Powerpoint slide. What's strange, though, is that even though I hear everyone talking about how they could have read the Powerpoint themselves if he had sent it to them, they really wouldn't read it. They just like to sound smarter than their boss, when, in fact, they are actually all airheads.
I really wish I was around smarter people, but the percentage between thinkers and mouth-breathers is surprisingly tilting towards the three-syllable word. I don't understand. What's so hard about thinking? Why do people think it's okay to hear their own voice before words are composed? Why do people get fidgety if they don't get to put in their five cents?
The last time I spoke my mind, it went like this:
My boss: So, we have collaborated on this final project. How do you think we should advertise it?
Me: Develop an official website, share via social media, choose our best marketers and advertise it to local businesses that would appreciate textiles, and then make sure to be adaptable to any feedback or changes. We should also do a test run of the project again, just to make sure.
Mark: I know what we should do: develop a website, share on social media sites like Facebook, choose people to go and advertise it at conventions, and also make sure to do a test drive in case we run into any issues.
My boss: Excellent thinking there, Mark! I like that idea, any more ideas?
I didn't really like Mark afterwards. Especially after he looked in my direction and waggled his head in stolen achievement.
It's funny how people piggyback off others in hopes to advance; like people overhearing a joke and then sharing it to a bigger crowd for a bigger reaction. It's not fair. Then again, nothing really is fair.
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