disease
i worked for three years in a rotting, car-exhaust-fumigated, seismically unsafe office. we never dusted. every time i reached down to pick something up from under the desk my fingers came up black.we recently moved to a brand new office building. they had barely painted over the sheetrock tape. some of the ceiling panels were still pushed aside, bundles of fiberoptic hanging down like the guts of an eviscerated deer.
my hippie voodoo doctor made me clutch a small glass vial full of clear liquid to my heart and pushed down on my arm. "yep - that new office is poisoning you with formaldehyde fumes."
i guess what i'm trying to say is - just because it's new doesn't mean it's good for you. that new marketing plan. that new district manager. that new catchy corporate buzzphrase, like "total quality!" or "culture of service!"
ask what the oldest, bitterest, most hidebound old fucker in your organization thinks should happen. of course, you won't, because you think you know what's good for your organization. fine then. don't come running to me when by playing it safe, you continue to play with the little leagues.
as soon as you're ready to move out into deeper waters, where the scary sharkasauruses swim - ask that bitter old man in the boiler room. he will teach you how to land that motherfucker with a paperclip dangling from a thread.
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