On the George Washington Bird Project
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with seagulls.
Today we heard a story about a woman who used to work at one of our former employers.
At the time, we barely knew “Nan.” She was older and had a severe haircut and wore monochromatic outfits that kind of screamed Midwest/suburban*: she was based at an office outside of St. Louis, so all of us in New York made fun of her whenever she tried to tell us what to do. We pretended to be vaguely insulted that she had more authority than we did, even though she had been working at the same company for twenty years.
*Please note that she – like us — was in fact from a suburb in the Midwest, but unlike us still lived there. While we regret to have judged her on the basis of her hair, clothes and geographic home, and would certainly treat the situation differently today, it was true that — as sometimes happens — she played to the stereotype in ways that made her a vulnerable target to us, i.e., her new subordinates in New York City, who also had other reasons to distrust and resent her (our company was being acquired by hers). We should also add that none of this rose to the level of open antagonism on either side, and ultimately — as so often happens in corporate America — money carried the day. All of this happened approximately fifteen years ago, when we were young(er) and stupid(er). We apologize to anyone who was offended by our initial characterization.
But just today we learned that, using her cubicle as a headquarters and a base of operations, she was known to have run a business making and selling — of all things — candles. (This obvs had nothing to do with the business of our employer.)
If this is true — and possibly even if it isn’t — we are now in love with Nan.
If you’re running a business within a business, we want to hear about it.
Is there a more subversive (or artistic) gesture to be made in the year 2008?
If so, we haven’t heard about it.
So the next time you’re feeling suffocated at your corporate job, light a candle and think of Nan.
Then call her up and order some candles.
If you’re lucky, she may hire you to sell.
And you’ll remember what it’s like to be alive.
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Tags: Candles, Cubicles, Nan, Seagulls