I’m increasingly attracted to the idea of the temp’s guide to management. Today’s observation-
in the complex ecology of the modern office, middle managers are akin to creationists. They think they’re god’s gift, but everyone else knows they’re just a noisy dead end. As far as can be told, they exist to keep the people in charge away from the people who actually do the work and could suggest improvements. You have to feel nothing but contempt for a group that believed the office was funny yet couldn’t understand that they were the ones being mocked.
I’m warning to my subject. I’ll have to start making notes (but not during work hours, i get told off for that).
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