1. Culture: Poetry Highbrow form:
RM wrote me this: Mon amour, tu m'aides à me sentir vivant de nouveau, tu me laisses agir comme moi et me cacher derrière ma mascarade. Pour danser pour sentir aimer être aimé, cela signifie plus pour moi que ma gratitude ne pourrait jamais exprimer. Mon amour je sens ne sera jamais assez mais je te donnerai mon coeur ..
I roll the words through my head, and pick at them, and they become more of a poem. They are so powerful...I feel an edge of Gomez coming one. Seriously...you want to reach my heart? Forget under the ribs and up (through the stomach), forget the cooking, and if you think a physical act will do it, dress up, go dancing with me, and at some point whisper words I don't understand completely at the moment into my ear.
or just send it to me...I don't google it until I roll it around in my brain...aaaaah. It seeds more poetry. She has truely observed a way to
2. Material Work Culture:
In front of me on my desk are two bubble up timers. Behind me on the wall up high are 8 office clocks, all labeled. ON the other side of the building, a yellow Minion doll sits on top of the cubes.
All three of these things (which are more than 3 things) are the physical embodiment of the surviving corporate culture. Each started from some idea, and grew, then diminished or changed.
After a big push in support on soft phone skills, I got everyone bubble up timers so that you would set the 3 minute timer at the beginning of the call to give you a clue that you needed to 1. Do the small talk 2. Verify the customer 3. Make sure you were on the correct issue 4. Give the strategy quickly and clearly (before the timer ran out). It was incredibly useful at the time, and it became a badge of support--everyone who worked in the group got a different colored timer (I got them from either Thinkgeek or Oriental Express--https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/Liquid-Timers-Bubble-Up-Timers_11860706/showimage.html
was what they were.
Last week, all the remaining support people but myself were laid off. Before they left, the two who got timers from me came and put them on my desk.
Both of the timers are broken; they never were meant to last as long as they did. The company's broken, too.... but the badges of honor remind me more.
The clocks were the brainchild of Ron Plunk...as the facilities shrank, he collected the wall clocks, labelled them, and set them to the lcoal times--US West/US East, England, India, Japan, Australia...it was a good reminder. The end of the row is Miller. He was laid off two weeks ago, with the rest of the group. Only I ever see the clocks. ...I should either fix them, or move.
The Minion came from an old joke; I called all the interns "Minions" at one point, which they found funny and copied, and their supervisor deplored (They are employees!) So when I found an inexpensive blow up Minion, I gave it to Victoria. She put it on top of her cube (on the bookshelf) because that's how you know someone still works there--they don't clean the cubes out, but when you leave you pull everything off the high part. I look over to that and remember the happier times.
I don't know how much longer this job will last--not more than 3 weeks...but we will see. Time to hunt.
3. Political Culture
SO MUCH VITRIOL which hides the real issues: Why is the TPP fastracked? Why was the tax rate not attacked back to Reagan era levels at least? Why are we still spending so damn much on the military? It's all a shell game...that's our political culture, shock and awe and reality TV. I'm with the pantsuit nation, but what about the other issues? Housing, schools, homeless, guns, drugs, healthcare, roads? Police services and police brutality? What has happened?
Work on it. VOTE!