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Very funny, apt observations |
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May not appeal to all readers |
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yes |
Monkey: Evolution favors monkeys. Eventually humans will be kept in cages as pets...
Dilbert: Impossible! We humans will never allow ourselves to be treated like that!
Now, get out of my cubicle!
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Dilbert, the mainstay of office-life critical witticisms, is the concept of Scott Adams, who quit his job to write the column, using it primarily to exorcise the demons that haunted him (and, indeed, seem to haunt all in small-to-large corporate America) during his tenure as a mid-level office worker.
In his introduction, he says:
'I was doing some thinking today. But I didn't enjoy it very much, so I decided to write this introduction instead....'
Who can argue with this? This, perhaps in a brief statement, summarises much of the underlying philosophy of the corporate culture Adams presents in his Dilbert column. It certainly epitomises the prevailing attitude of the boss and overall management structure under which much of America, and many other Western nations, labour. And of course, being in charge of his own column, Adams has graduated (or, perhaps sunk) to the level of management.
This book consists of a generous sampling of Sunday columns (complete with colour -- OOOH! AAAH!) -- colour of course being a Dilbert-ian device to disguise the lack of information. Yet, the information here is timely and timeless (insofar as anything about corporate culture can be timeless).
Dogbert's entry into and rising through the hierarchy is a good case in point, where loud equals results.
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Dobert: I'M A LOUD DOG! GIVE ME A JOB! YOU MUST OBEY ME BECAUSE I'M LOUD!
Boss: Okay, okay.
Dobert: That was too easy. There must be something wrong with the job. It must be an entry level job...
Dogbert: I WANT A RAISE!! PROMOTE ME, YOU IMBECILE!!
Boss: Bad trend...
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After securing a corner office with a window, a task force ripe for empire-building within the company, the budgetary control of his boss, he is invited, at the end of his first week on the job, to meet with the president of the company.
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President: You've made quite a name for yourself in the week you've worked here.
Dogbert: It was easy to grab power, once I realised that other executives were just imbeciles with good hair.
President: I hope you don't think that of me.
Dogbert: No, that looks like a toupee from here...
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Onward and upward...
Finally Dogbert becomes president, exercises stock options after a disastrous but stock-market-friendly series of initiative plans (of course, they only have to be plans for the stock market to react), and retires to devote himself to philanthropy, which is...
'...mostly about watching people beg, and having buildings named after me.'
We are introduced to Dilbert's co-workers, who are variously competent and stuck in their jobs, rejoicing the occasional tiny victories, or, more frequently, plotting grand schemes to gain the minor advantage (a few more inches of cubicle space, for instance). We are introduced to incompetent co-workers who get promotions and jobs in other firms with real offices and perks. We discover what kinds of women will date (and dump) Dilbert. Of course, that might have become a bit of a different problem had Dilbert's boss not been corrected in time...
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Boss: My boss says we need some eunuchs programmers.
Dilbert: I think he means Unix, not eunuchs. And I already know Unix.
Boss: If the company nurse drops by, tell her I said "Never mind."
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Dilbert does sometimes win after all.
