As our company's Director of Development, I've taken the approach of hiring the best talent available, and hiring mainly based upon personality instead of qualifications (that's what our training is for). Whatever they decide will be the "corporate culture" or whatever, is up to them -- those individual personalities. Each school is different, but we're top 15 in North America so we're doing something right. If people aren't comfortable coming to work for you, they aren't gonna work for you for long. So shit, let them dictate (within reason) how the "behind the scenes " stuff goes. If it feels comfortable to them, I'll make do as a manager in that environment.
Valve is the exception to that rule. Having seen their inner workings and business models, they do things in a very unique way from the management structure to their strategic planning. Sure, their profitability now is based entirely around Steam, but when they do make games, those games make headlines because they're so good. The biggest "clunker" they had was Counter-Stike: Condition Zero and even that sold millions of copies. As for my corporate structure, it's as close to self-employed as I can get before I'm actually self-employed. I never go to the office, I see my boss once every 6 months or so, the partners I deal with are pretty cool, and I make my own hours. The shittiest part is are the other departments where people hate their lives and dont get nearly the freedom we do and resent the shit out of us for it.
Why is it socially acceptable to drink a bunch of mimosas in the morning but slamming back a few beers makes you an alcoholic?
The better question is: why are you sitting around complaining about our culture's hypocrisies when you could be drinking a bunch of judgment-free mimosas?
I'm drinking champagne with a splash of apple juice. A few of these, then I take a nap to sober up, go get a few cases of clay pigeons and 12 gauge shells, and shoot skeet before the games today. At least that's the plan. Reality is gonna be more like drinking a few of these, switching to beer, cutting firewood and continuing drinking for the games today.
This. I work for a large communications corporation (pretty easy to guess which one) and the amount of morons is absolutely mind boggling. I have given these people four years of my life and I decided I just absolutely cannot deal with it anymore. I'm all for saving money but when you actively fuck over your employees when you tell them you're going to help them you do nothing but create resentment and discord. As it stands now, my schedule changes literally every week. My schedule I have now I will be working 330-midnight on Saturday and Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Thursday I work from 3-11:30. What the fuck am I supposed to do with those hours? The amount of money I am able to make here topped out ($34 an hour) is ridiculous, but having zero life, fucked up hours, and dealing with absurd amounts of active stupidity is not worth it. I have already started a new second job last week and once I am able to make enough money to cover my current lifestyle, even if it is barely scraping by, I'm flipping these guys the bird and never looking back. Instead I'm going to work for a locally owned small business where I am 100% commission based but have the possibility of working from home, increased stock in the company if I can help them grow, and don't actively hate myself.
It's true: Ashtanga is like every other Yoga class I've taken x 100. So hard. So sweaty. So weird. My neck hurts.
This picture is so surreal to me: Guy's car was crushed between two tractor trailers. And he's just "don't mind me, just waiting for rescue." Fortunate man.
Ahhh, young chicks... they come with so much bullshit drama. I'd almost forgotten just how much, really. I think she's pissed off at me because I didn't give a shit about what one of her friends said to or about her or one of her friends (I wasn't really listening), I just wanted to use her as a fuck toy and eventually blow a load on her tits... which was our original deal, after all... no typical relationship shit, just straight up "let's have fun". I am more than twice her age, after all. And judge all you like... it's entertaining as fuck. It did make for some fucking humorous fucking, mind you... she was pissed off, but getting off while I was just having my way with her... and the look of confusion on her face (I'm mad but I'm about to cum and I don't get it) was so entertaining that thoughts of baseball or other distractions weren't at all required. The hardest part was trying not to laugh out loud and piss her off even more, and focus enough to blow my load. I'm absolutely sure this arrangement isn't long for this world, but god damn if it isn't a blast until it blows up like a North Korean missile.
Don't you hate it when you have to focus to blow your load? #oldguyproblems Dropped my oldest off at school on Saturday. While she couldn't put her foot on my ass quick enough in the fall to get me out the door, this time I drop her off and give a hug, a wave, a "love ya" and get ready to go and get a "Where you going? We need you to lift the heavy stuff." So about an hour later after fixing a desk (with just a pencil and a screwdriver!), moving a bed, moving a desk, lifting two desks so they could slide this stiff ass carpet under it (no really, take your time, this is totally comfortable), I was finally given the clear to leave. Yay college. Oh, and she forgot her winter coat. I offered to leave mine, which was a huge sacrifice for me as I LOVE my coat, but I was secretly happy when she refused. That was a close one.
Yoga bear I would think your neck would be the least of your problems. Spoiler Never heard of Ashtanga. This image came up. Ow.
Got my haircut. Every time, without fail, they have me sit in the chair and ask how I style it. I answer that I just blow dry it with my fingers, then maybe throw some curls in it with a wand (it's magic!), don't use any product. And then, every time, without fail, they proceed to take a brush to my hair and dry it (not gonna lie, it feels nice) for 10 minutes after loading it with product. Not really a big deal. Until they get to my bangs. Where they dry them flat to my forehead and side sweep them. I look ridiculous. Every. Time. And I feel more stupid walking through the place when I go to pay and can't wait to get out of there and shake my head like a dog. Yeah, I know, I'll save you all the trouble: #whitegirlproblems
So, as I'm sure many of you TiBettes know, as soon as people find out you're pregnant, you get bombarded with unsolicited advice, questions, etc. I never really believed the whole "OMG YOUR SENSE OF SMELL WILL BE INSANE!!!" until about 5 minutes ago, when some old hag I work with heated up a can of some sort of crap soup and the smell instantly made me want to vom. I also think it's really rude to say to anyone, especially a pregnant lady, "you look really tired." Thanks, I'm making a baby, what's your excuse?? It's basically just telling the person they look like shit. Tonight I have to sit through dinner with my co-workers....sober. I don't know if I'll make it.
HA. HAAAA. As a matter of fact, today I'm actually not as tired as I have been. Same goes for this past weekend. Maybe I'm finally getting over that stage! Woo!
That's when you say, "oh, you know, I am tired. The good news is, tomorrow I'll wake up refreshed, but you'll still be a bitch."
Well, now I'm on a "Personal Improvement Plan" because of deficiencies in the "leadership" I have been showing. I have to write up an "Individual Development Plan" that details my career goals and the steps I'm going to take to achieve them. I'm pretty sure this is almost entirely because I blew off the team Christmas potluck.