Subliminal Mob Behaviour in the Office - a study
So I'm beginning to wonder whether everyone in my office is actually an android being controlled by the corporate hive mind. It's the synchronised shirts.
The other day I observed in a vague fashion that four out of the five salesmen in my department were wearing the same pink shirt/blue tie ensemble, and how sad this was.
The next day we had a meeting in which all five *plus* the global head of department who had just arrived by plane from New York were in blue shirt/yellow tie.
Today all five are wearing shirts with some form of blue and white vertical stripes. And no tie.
This cannot just be coincidental. Either it's the hive mind or the male equivalent of nuns in convents synchronising periods - probably something hormonal.
Comments
Autons or Zarbi. There is one solution- we need a bramstorn device!
Posted by: The Emperor | January 24, 2006 05:48 PM
*brainstorm. Typical.
Posted by: The Emperor | January 24, 2006 05:49 PM
See, I would like my colleagues *more* if they turned out to be Autons. At least they'd be interesting, even if they were trying to kill me.
Posted by: Tasha | January 24, 2006 09:41 PM
Then CAL would shoot the lot...
We could swap them with Corps III (who would happily kill you I'm sure) for a day or two only we wouldn't be able to return them...
Posted by: The Emperor | January 24, 2006 10:04 PM
There's a Frank Herbert book, that isn't Dune, called the Santaroga Barrier. In it a psychologist named Dasein is sent in to investigate a small Californian community that seems to be entirely unaffected by the fashions and advertising of the outside world.
I can't remember if I read the entire book, but I do remember as a child thinking it had one of the most menacing cover blurbs. Something like:
"Dasein pictured the Santaroga Valley as a swarming place behind a facade like a pyramid: solid, faceless, enduring. In there, behind the facade, Santaroga did something to its people...
He sensed a one-pointedness here such that every Satarogan became an extention of every other Santarogan. They were like rays spreading out from a pinhole in a black curtain.
What lay behind the black curtain?"
What's behing the black curtain in your office? :o
Posted by: Monarda | January 25, 2006 10:28 AM