Thursday, October 02, 2008

I was a wild child

So here I am, working. This job will be a good learning experience. It
is an interesting culture. Apparently only the IT staff is business
casual. Everyone else wears ties or a scouting shirt. There was
probably an IT revolt in the late 90s. I am trying to analyze and
understand this organization. I was a cub scout when I was little and
living in Alaska. I started off as a tiger cub. I remember it well
because it was the one thing my dad was involved with me. As I grew up
I went to scout camp and honestly I do not remember seeing a single
adult the entire week. I was a wild child there in the mountains of
Alaska. Mom likes to tell the story about how when I returned I was
covered from head to toe in dirt and wasn't wearing any underwear.
That was also when I picked up a moose turd in the forest and kept it
to play with my legos. All in all the cub scouts was a fine
institution. They practice good morals and values. But for the life of
me I can't shake this feeling I am working for a cult. Like somehow
children are being brainwashed. Eh, probably not. More tests... I
never did the boy scouts because I had a problem with merit being
decided by badges and I had a problem with authority. I suppose that
carried over into adulthood. I should get a badge for working here ;-)

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