Hate Reading Opinion Piece at the NYT
May. 17th, 2020 10:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
walkitoutI feel like this should be an entire category of blog post, so I can go, oh, probably should just not write it in the first place.
I will do one. OK? Ok.
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/05/17/opinion/coronavirus-office-telecommuting.html
First, my Priestess noted that her (Seattle branch) office had rent on the order of $10K a month. And there were on the order of 10 people working there. I mean, that was really attention getting. That is math that just up and dope slaps you. They are working to close the office; working from home is now a permanent arrangement for Priestess, and I do not think she is precisely unhappy about this. Her internet cost has gone up slightly, but her commute cost has gone down more, plus there is that extra hour and change per day that she has gotten back in her life.
Second, I have been retired for a little over seven thousand and nine hundred days. I DO miss office gossip most of everything about going into an office. And I do not miss office gossip very much. I think it is safe to say that I did not miss the office once I was gone from it.
I have been explaining to my daughter, on and off, about how to create structure when you do not have an environment such as work or school to create it for you. We have been exploring this space in the context of people expressing confusion about the passing of time, or what day it was or whatever. But reading the description of segmenters vs. integrators in this article, and then confronting the claim that the Pandemic is Segmenter’s Hell created massive dissonance for me. I mean, what kind of weak ass segmenter needs to have externally imposed structure to maintain separation of the faces that they present to the world? Who are you people? (ETA: In case it is not clear, I am a segmenter. OMG, am I a segmenter. I segment so well, that El Jefe said after the second interview, that he intended to hire me in the first interview, and he wanted to know where I had been hiding all this stuff that showed up in the second interview. I segment so well, that my elderly Dutch relative honestly thought someone else has snuck into the house and was talking on her phone, because she did not recognize my voice on the phone to someone else. I could do this all night. I will refrain. Oh, no, one more: I mention a friend at the end of the post. She commented on Friday that she had entirely forgotten that I had been married before. She knew me and the husband before I got married, through the entire marriage and the subsequent divorce.)
Still stuck on the thousand dollars a month per employee (cost to employer), plus the 1-2 hours per day on the commute (cost to employee), never mind the cost differential of Work Clothes vs. Work PJs. Is it really worth $12K and 500 hours for ... socializing, possibly meeting someone to shack up with, and meaning (whatever the hell that even means)?
I will end with a comment that the elder daughter of a friend shared with her mother (my friend). The daughter is in college, and has some classes that involve group projects. The daughter commented that online, it is absolutely impossible for people to hide the fact that they are not pulling their weight (not her phrase). It is completely clear who is producing and who is ... not.
Really puts that opinion piece in a harsh, harsh light.
I will do one. OK? Ok.
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/05/17/opinion/coronavirus-office-telecommuting.html
First, my Priestess noted that her (Seattle branch) office had rent on the order of $10K a month. And there were on the order of 10 people working there. I mean, that was really attention getting. That is math that just up and dope slaps you. They are working to close the office; working from home is now a permanent arrangement for Priestess, and I do not think she is precisely unhappy about this. Her internet cost has gone up slightly, but her commute cost has gone down more, plus there is that extra hour and change per day that she has gotten back in her life.
Second, I have been retired for a little over seven thousand and nine hundred days. I DO miss office gossip most of everything about going into an office. And I do not miss office gossip very much. I think it is safe to say that I did not miss the office once I was gone from it.
I have been explaining to my daughter, on and off, about how to create structure when you do not have an environment such as work or school to create it for you. We have been exploring this space in the context of people expressing confusion about the passing of time, or what day it was or whatever. But reading the description of segmenters vs. integrators in this article, and then confronting the claim that the Pandemic is Segmenter’s Hell created massive dissonance for me. I mean, what kind of weak ass segmenter needs to have externally imposed structure to maintain separation of the faces that they present to the world? Who are you people? (ETA: In case it is not clear, I am a segmenter. OMG, am I a segmenter. I segment so well, that El Jefe said after the second interview, that he intended to hire me in the first interview, and he wanted to know where I had been hiding all this stuff that showed up in the second interview. I segment so well, that my elderly Dutch relative honestly thought someone else has snuck into the house and was talking on her phone, because she did not recognize my voice on the phone to someone else. I could do this all night. I will refrain. Oh, no, one more: I mention a friend at the end of the post. She commented on Friday that she had entirely forgotten that I had been married before. She knew me and the husband before I got married, through the entire marriage and the subsequent divorce.)
Still stuck on the thousand dollars a month per employee (cost to employer), plus the 1-2 hours per day on the commute (cost to employee), never mind the cost differential of Work Clothes vs. Work PJs. Is it really worth $12K and 500 hours for ... socializing, possibly meeting someone to shack up with, and meaning (whatever the hell that even means)?
I will end with a comment that the elder daughter of a friend shared with her mother (my friend). The daughter is in college, and has some classes that involve group projects. The daughter commented that online, it is absolutely impossible for people to hide the fact that they are not pulling their weight (not her phrase). It is completely clear who is producing and who is ... not.
Really puts that opinion piece in a harsh, harsh light.