(Slice) Globalisation.

The world over, people working in functional departments are doomed to being known merely as "Admin person", "IT guy", "Finance bitch", etc. They lead stereotypical lives of either being married with children or unmarried and looking after the parents. They get into work at 9am Mondays to Fridays, break for lunch at 12.30pm and leave for home not a minute later (or earlier) than 5.30pm. And don't even bother asking them to do anything that might break this routine or go beyond the strictly defined parameters of their job descriptions.

How have these people, randomly spread across the world and in great numbers, merged to become a single faceless being? How do they cope with leading a life of anonymity, with a raison d’être that is simply to function as the operative arm of an antiquated guidebook? How could they be (are they?) satisfied with their lives?

Are they happier than me?

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Back to work. Sigh.

(Slice) Snakes and Ladders.

Hierarchical structures breed and entrench inefficiencies. Each layer presupposes the desires and inclinations of the one above, getting it wrong half the time. Each layer also searches for and creates flaws in the work of the one below, in an attempt to add value to the project. Some layers produce inferior half-hearted work, knowing that the ones above will clean up the mess they've created.

The only "benefit" of hierarchies is the creation of jobs. But why create a new set of problems just to resolve one? The real solution is population control. We do that with animals, so why not with people? I'm not advocating mass slaughter, just a more rigorous framework for birth control.

(Slice) Progress:

BIG FISH, BIG POND.

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Small fish, big pond.

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Big fish, small pond.

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Small fish, small pond.

Some people still can't get that right.