Adults can be as immature
Just recently I quit my job of more than
two years at my dad's office, and as I sit back to reflect on my time there,
I realize I learned a very valuable
lesson. Adults are every bit as immature
as their adolescent counterparts.
The company where my father worked, which
will remain nameless, is very typical of corporate America.
People dress up and arrive at 8 a.m., then
leave at 5 p.m., and often eat lunch together or go out for friendly drinks
on Friday evenings. My
position as office assistant allowed me
to discreetly observe the behavior of every single one of my co-workers,
whether they knew it or not. I
skillfully obtained knowledge on everyone
without even breaking a sweat.
I was the youngest person working there,
and most everyone else either ignored me or brushed me off as innocent
and naive. I used this to my
advantage. I learned who gossiped with
whom over the copy machines, who received numerous personal calls while
answering phones in the
front, and who shopped online all day
while I was rearranging files in their office. That is just the tip of
After putting all my information together,
it was not hard for me to reach the conclusion that, just like in high
school, there are "in crowds" and "out
crowds" in every office in the United
States. One took one's place in these social caste systems either by accident
or by force. If "the girls" or "the
guys" do not take a liking to you, or
hold some kind of juvenile grudge against you, watch out. You may be the
target of childish speculation from
the billing department. Most adults do
not even bother to cover up their behavior. Outsiders or newcomers learn
very quickly who is in and who is
out. Did you see Amy's baby shower pictures?
No? (Mental note — don't go out to lunch with her again!). Get the picture?
Now that is not to say my experience there
was merely a lesson in life. I am most certainly more technologically proficient
now than I was before.
However, I began to look at my parents
and their friends in a completely new light. Grow up? Yeah right, who were
you whispering to on the
phone just now?
If you ever have a job opportunity like
the one I did, take it. You will not regret it. You will be paid nicely
and you will almost never have a dull
moment. Thank the middle-aged woman in
the cubicle next to you, twittering about who kissed whom over their Friday
Connor, a sophomore psychology
major, can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.