Office Politics:
It has recently dawned upon me that a great deal of my mental capacity at the office on a daily basis is directed towards inter-office politics. Now please keep in mind that I work in a small, but quite endearing, two-room office (the open office floor and a “board room” if you will, which is essentially a white board and table) in New York City with six other affable, mid-twenty to thirty something individuals. While my status at the office is currently under the title of “intern,” I like to casually rationalize my job status in conversation as, “oh, I just graduated from college”[1] or, “I’m really just an awesome guy, I feel like doing some pro-bono work for a while!” In other words, as Matt Damon would say, “Vince, it’s for the kids.”
But I digress. Over the next several days I will write a series of entries about my ponderings on inter-office politics.
Entry 1: The politics of the Office-Poo.
