People Who Work In Offices: Classic Or Dud?

you have to have nothing in your stomach to get that drunk!

When I was about 15 I did work experience at the for a major media companies transport office, and at the end of it they wrote "James is not suited for office work"....hmmmpphhh!

12 CDs? It depends which ones they are?...and plus if you wanted to get another CD, you'd then have 13. I don't like the number 13 at all.

Offices are great things if designed right, and sometimes you luck out. By means of a sheer, total fluke, I have a huge corner office space all to myself, windows everywhere, no cubicle walls, reasonably grand Harman/Kardon speakers for my computer, and my boss works in another building. The scary thing is I'm just a fairly low-level employee.

The musical tastes of my coworkers is something I don't mind or judge them on at all. Their qualities as people and as fellow employees, *that's* where I get pissed. ;-)

At 7pm I'll meet some friends who work in shops in SoHo. We'll have dinner then go and see a band.

Office work is a necessary evil until computers can do it all. There's no inherent dignity in it. I mean, even Bobby Gillespie doesn't really want those miners working down the pits forever, does he?

One day we'll all be 'pop stars'. We'll lounge about being contemplative. We'll have time to listen to nearly all the CDs released each week, and read nearly all the posts on ILM.

Sorry, must rush, got to shampoo my hair.

anyhoo, the one person that i know who doesn't work in an office is my father. he's 61 years old, owns a landscape company, and he's out in the field, usually under grueling sun, from 9-5 each day. nothing very rock & roll about that and he's worked each day of my life to ensure that i'd be working in an office somewhere, and for that i thank him endlessly.

i mean, how easy is this? i sit in a chair all day, with a computer and internet access. my job is simple and most of my time is given to chatting or e-mailing or thinking deep thoughts. compared to my past job, working at rolling stone -- which is NOT very rock & roll, i should add, where they made me wear a tie and wrote up employees for messy desks -- my current one is sufficiently more laid back, to the point that i'm allowed to wear sneakers and jeans. and that's dressing up! (especially when one considers the guy who wears sweats and the one with rips in his shirts.) my cubicle has grown such that i fear it will soon engulf me: the space is larger, walls are higher, and i have not one, but TWO chairs.

i know very little about what my co-workers listen to, except that the girl next to me has a pixies cd in her drawer so she is cool. the folks are quite nice and the office is not my life, it's merely where i show up so that i can receive money and then set about doing my own thing.

office workers, then: classic.

This office job certainly beats standing behind the counter at a record store, in some ways. But I'd still take standing behind the counter to working in an office where I had to be quiet, wear a tie, and never have any fun.

My hours of employment are split between a proper office and the house, but each minute is spent in front of a computer. The office environment is so comfy that I attempted to re-create the setting at home. I sized up some soothing cubicle partitions at Office Max, but I was devastated to discover that the familiar shade of powder gray had been discontinued. I tried to block out the windows, since none are within view in my kubrickle. No dice with that either, but I suppose it's healthy to have some variety.

Since music and movie addicts line the halls of my office, it probably makes the average day more passable than one spent at an ad agency or sweatshop. You hear in-depth discussions about the oddest things. Also, the relaxed dress code makes things all the more enjoyable.

I wouldn't want to be whittled down to 12 CDs, but I have no problem with people who are in such a state. They're probably happier and spend their money on more practical things. And if there's ABBA in the collection? Bonus.

At the office today I got the old "so what kind of music do you listen to?" question. I mumbled something about a hangover and said "all kinds of different stuff".

What I really should have said was how disappointed I was in Bassmans band after he left Spacemen 3.

When I work - the stuff I do is soul destroying.

I expect that the comment that sparked this (haven't seen it yet) was not meant to be taken literally, because nobody could say such a thing literally.

12 CDs? 12 too many, obviously.

Thug Life.

God, I just love being the resident whipping-boy, so I'll go and stick my mouth in it further.

Working in an office... yeah, I did it for TEN FUCKING YEARS. Oh, I loved every minute of it, it was so fulfilling, everyone I worked with was interesting and intellectually stimulating and amazing. I loved working in Corporate AmeriBritannia so damned much that when the car runs out of gas and my fake pop star career ends, I'm going back to working in an office cause I LOVE IT SO DAMNED MUCH!!!

For fucks SAKE... if all of you work in offices, you should understand the fucking mentality I'm talking about!

All you people in offices, take a look around you. Look at the person in the cubicle, veal fattening pen, room, desk, next to you. Look at their CD collection. Do they even have one? Look at the photos on their desk, look at their wallpaper, look at the paperback or magazine they read on the tube/subway/bus/drive home from work.

When I say I hate office people, do you think I'm talking about *YOU* personally, or do you think I'm talking about THEM?

There is a vast difference between working in an office and being an Office Person.

Is that a horribly elitist thing to say? Fuck yeah, I *AM* an elitist. If you're not an elitist, shoot yourself now to free up your crucial food supply for the rest of the bleeding cattle.

I am not saying that all people who find themselves working in offices are crap. I am saying that working in an office leads either to becoming crap, or else hiding all your non-crap impulses under a veneer of office culture that you have to come here to defend your Personhood. Have no emotions. Show no Passion. Never break the mold.

For fucks sake, all of you have passion, or you wouldn't be here discussing music.

You can wibble away like a bleeding heart liberal of the white collar slum and say "all of them are trapped in the office ghetto, it's not their fault, they are all oppressed by the same yoke, etc. everyone resents Office Culture, but they do it to feed their families and pay their rent, just like you" but that is fucking BOLLOCKS because you know as well as I do that so many of those fucking cattle ASPIRE to office culture, ENJOY it and PERPETUATE it. If they don't, then WHY ARE THEY DOING IT?!?!?

I have a right to despise Office Culture because I was forced to attempt to conform to its strictures for so damned long.

I am not a veal fattening pen, I am a FREE MAN!!!

You're right. Maybe I've worked in some crap offices. And maybe I'm just incorrigible, and saved from life in prison only by my intellect and my Upper Middle Class upbringing.

But don't tell me office life isn't crap cause you work in one and you're not crap. The exception proves the rule. Now go and read Dilbert.

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And as to owning only 12 CDs, well FINE if you're my fucking grandmum. I'm venturing a grand guess that most people here own substantially more than that, or they would bloody well BE on a music board in the first place.

Newflash: most people don't care about music. They think it's some childish passtime that they grow out of at the age of 22. Then again, most people voted for Tony Blair, didn't they?

As someone who has spent their entire life defending their passion about music to Office People, and the whole "what the heck is this Brian Jonestown Massacre nonsense about, then?" crap I go through with them. How nice to come to a board full of people who own more than 12 CDs and face the same pedestrian crap. Over bloody fist fucking bollock breaking ABBA.

and brian jonestown massacre are not.

This may not be the last time I ever work in an office but I hope that none of my future employment rivals this for sheer mundanity. No more people constantly coming over and asking "what are you eating?" (WHY do people in offices care SO much about what other people are eating???), no more elaborate phone requests that always end with me asking "can you put this all in an EMAIL?", no more hanging up the phone to have someone, FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF A PARTITION, ask me something about the PRIVATE phone conversation I was just having, no more elevator converstaions! etc.

why is this on ILM? haha

because it's about music!

wonder if robin can weigh in yeet?