Friday, January 22, 2010

The big chill.

It is Sundance here in the SLC. Have I organized myself to read through the program, select films, buy tickets? No, I have not. Did we go see a slightly stodgy yet nonetheless enjoyable costume drama/biopic about a British monarch and grand imperialist? Yes, we did.

On our way to the movie:

The historian: What did you blog about last night?

Me: Nothing whatsoever. I have not one thing to say to the internet.

The historian: (cannot believe this) You could write about work.

Me: I could write about work, but it'd be tedious. And I don't want to lose my job.

The historian: Oh, we'd be okay. We'd just turn off the heat. That's all.

Speaking of which, did anyone else read this story in yesterday's Times, "Chilled by Choice," about a mixed set of people who decide to live without heat in the wintertime, not precisely because they can't afford it, but because they decide to live in spaces--like, warehouses, or lofts, or old rubblestone buildings with wood slat roofs--that make it so heating is kind of an irrational choice. Like, you really love the light in your space, so you're fine with being chilly. Extra chilly. Like, leave the water dripping so your pipes don't freeze chilly. (Click here for a slideshow of the coldness.)

Once, before running son ran off to parts unknown to evangelize, he worked at a movie theater. The manager got the bright idea to say that everyone had to work on Thanksgiving, and everyone had to work on Christmas, too. It was his way of making everyone share the pain of staffing the holidays. Everyone got to be miserable. A philosophy of management, if you will--if there's unhappiness on the job, let's make sure everyone has some.

Running son worked on Thanksgiving. But he quit before Christmas. He said, "I, Running Son [not his real name] do not work on Christmas." I think you have to respect a principle like that.

Well, just so you know, I, hightouchmegastore (TM) will not live in a house with no heat. So I'd better keep my job. And that's why I'm not blogging about work. Which is also why, the people, this week, I had nothing whatsoever to tell you.

The end.

TAGS: labor relations, work, nothing whatsoever to say

6 comments:

lis said...

that is wrong, the living without heat thing. wrong. there is no architecture beautiful enough for that.

Middlebrow said...

Thanks for the link. Those people are nuts.

Yes, keep your job.

Emma J said...

Much could be said for not saying much when circumstance requires. (Hope work gets more anecdotal soon.)

Nik said...

Discretion=valor. Valor (read: discretion, read: compromise)= heat.
Some days, math comes in handy even though blog readers want to know. But can imagine. Some of us have to go back to work in a week and a half.

CPS said...

On my last birthday, a colleague gave me a New Yorker campaign in which and executive was saying to his assistant: "It's my birthday, please have everybody work extra hard"

CPS said...

uh, that would be a NYer "cartoon" --and I don't think it was a comment on my management style!

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