That is to say, when it comes to the Cube Farm - I am considered a bit of a rogue. Less of the pillaging and plundering and more of the covert operations that, in fact, get real work done.
That is to say, I occasionally ignore the rules.
The rules at the Farm are great in number. We have manuals and work instructions and policies and, yes, procedures. We love us a good policy and procedure. And while I am all for living in an orderly society. I don't think I need a rule about how many pictures to post in my cubicle, nor how fast I should walk in the hallway (do not get me started on that one....well, tonight anyway).
So, I've gone a little Gilbert & Sullivan and gotten together some mateys of a similar ilk. We call ourselves "sanctioned pirates". That is to say, we are given some mighty goals and objectives and when no one's looking - we actually achieve them. I promise you - if I had to follow the rules, it would take me a whole day to log onto my computer.
And I'll tell you this - it feels good to be a pirate. No, I'll never have jewels and gold in a giant chest, and one day I shouldn't be surprised if they make me walk the plank. But today, I can hold my head high (well, as high as is allowed in the Farm) and know that sometimes rogue is the only way to go. And anyone who has felt the wind on their face out on the open seas of Corporate America will tell you - it's good to be a pirate.
For a little on my favorite Corporate Pirate, visit Captain Steve Crescenzo...
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