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Originally Posted by Icky Thump
It's all about the optics. Who gets the parade at work? The guy who spends 5 months and a million dollars in expenses on trial (while announcing it every day) to get a verdict but the company files CH11 the next day? Or the guy who quietly recovers $20 million dollars in actual money for a single person plaintiff but doesn't sing about it?
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I've never met you, but I suspect we'd bond well in re: work ethic.
I can do office politics. I've been forced to get into all sorts of Machiavellian shenanigans and self-promoting shite. But I fucking hate it.
I view work in large organizations as a place of McFriends, and McPeers -- people and groups I interact with solely for the purpose of getting money I could use to live my actual life around organically-derived friends outside the office.
Every year I'd bitch about having posted crazy numbers, but still getting the same bonus as others with lesser results. In the end, I was kinda the sucker at the table, just a bit. If one can prance and preen and fake it to the top, he's probably smarter, or at least more shrewd, than people like me.
Those "actors" help flesh out the lie that the job is the brass ring, rather than an ATM one uses to get the actual brass ring (liquidity adequate to quit and live comfortably early on in life). People who just churn out numbers and openly despise the place are mercenaries. And management knows it.
I've never worked for anyone who wasn't absolutely certain that if I'd inherited a shit ton of money or won the lottery, I would quit in an instant. Being a better bullshitter might've been more lucrative.
