January 27th, 2005


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I work in an industry with admittedly odd implicit contracts between employer and employee.

  • "You can work any 20 hours of the day you want". Something of a joke, but people come and go as they please to fit their own odd circadian rhythms.
  • "The software industry relies as much on sugar and caffeine as it does on electricity and silicon". My current employer indulges this by providing drinks and snacks. Not always healthy snacks, but nobody pulled an all nighter by slamming down a case of rice cakes.
  • "We need an 8 foot alien in the lobby". Really, we don't. But the workplace is decorated in a way that many other businesses wouldn't be. We've got Lord of the Rings standees in one of our common areas. I just put up a R2D2 standee in my office - in part mocking the notion that a standee can make a more fun workplace.
  • "Just to clear my head. We'll only play to 75 points". This employer has a couple of pool tables, some arcade games (Donkey Kong, Bubble Bobble, Omega Race), and a foosball table. I've acquired a small amount of skill in the delicate art of foos.

Yesterday, and again today, somebody scattered salt over the foosball table. Yesterday, I was willing to believe it was an accident - the table is in one of the lunchrooms, and we have saltshakers nearby.

Today, I'm forced to conclude it's some weaselly coworker trying to make life unpleasant for the foosball players.