Television, drug of the nation

working at carpetright in their head office felt very similar to that show. can see how a talented writer could spin a normal corporate experience into something super dystopian like this.

active distrust bred between departments by management for no reason. had to pretty much announce yourself if you went to a different part of the building "i'm just going to finance"/"i'm just here from the IT Dept" while 20 people stare blankly at you.

lots of staff with a weird devotion to "lord harris of peckham" (the cunt who owned it who took massive stock dividends just before end of financial year and then business claimed there was no profit that year so our performance based bonuses went from way over target to not reaching the first band. then he turned up in a new fucking maserati and his son another supercar a week later and they both did a tour of depts to tell the managers all about them).

the data we worked on may as well have been random numbers. picking out the right product name from 700 variations of berber twist carpet felt like you had to rely on a feeling that the one you picked felt right. all of them made me feel sad.

and there were some proper old goats.