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那天看了篇文章，寫一個律師事務所的職員的工作實況，邊看邊笑，看了三遍還在笑...
What should I do with my life? / 2003 by Po Bronson / page 52-53
My job was to use a ten-key manual calculator and add up columns of numbers on the spreadsheets to make sure the computer hadn't made a rounding error. If the computer was correct, we put a little red check mark on the bottom of the column. Then, with that same column, we'd do it again. Every column needed to be checked twice. That, and only that, was all I ever got to do. Ten or eleven hours a day, six days a week. I was being paid $12 an hour and being billed out at $75 an hour to our client(which was in turn passing the cost on to the lawsuit). All twelve of us in that windowless room were doing this. I was in the back row, staring at the backs of heads, entertained only by the occasional ghost of a bra strap or a bare Achilles.
The crazy thing was, at least ten of my associates were competitive about being the fastest spreadsheet checker. They'd been brainwashed to believe rounding errors were as dangerous as the Ebola virus, and out spreadsheets had to be clean! It might occur to you that we were printing money for the firm by racking up billable hours like monkeys hidden behind a door, but it didn't occur to us. ... Here, everyone pretended what we were doing was somehow important, somehow relevant. The pretending was the worst part.
同學們, 是不是有那麼一點似曾相識的荒謬??
再來一段他的覺察及掙扎...
Years of competitive sports and my natural stubbornness made me hold quitting in such low regard that it was simply unacceptable. I was sure nobody would hire a quitter. So I made the best of it. "It's just a day job." I tried to persuade myself, even though my days usually stretched well into the night.
笑完三遍之後開始有點想哭...
What should I do with my life? / 2003 by Po Bronson / page 52-53
My job was to use a ten-key manual calculator and add up columns of numbers on the spreadsheets to make sure the computer hadn't made a rounding error. If the computer was correct, we put a little red check mark on the bottom of the column. Then, with that same column, we'd do it again. Every column needed to be checked twice. That, and only that, was all I ever got to do. Ten or eleven hours a day, six days a week. I was being paid $12 an hour and being billed out at $75 an hour to our client(which was in turn passing the cost on to the lawsuit). All twelve of us in that windowless room were doing this. I was in the back row, staring at the backs of heads, entertained only by the occasional ghost of a bra strap or a bare Achilles.
The crazy thing was, at least ten of my associates were competitive about being the fastest spreadsheet checker. They'd been brainwashed to believe rounding errors were as dangerous as the Ebola virus, and out spreadsheets had to be clean! It might occur to you that we were printing money for the firm by racking up billable hours like monkeys hidden behind a door, but it didn't occur to us. ... Here, everyone pretended what we were doing was somehow important, somehow relevant. The pretending was the worst part.
同學們, 是不是有那麼一點似曾相識的荒謬??
再來一段他的覺察及掙扎...
Years of competitive sports and my natural stubbornness made me hold quitting in such low regard that it was simply unacceptable. I was sure nobody would hire a quitter. So I made the best of it. "It's just a day job." I tried to persuade myself, even though my days usually stretched well into the night.
笑完三遍之後開始有點想哭...
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