With an unsustainable temp position.
And no knowledge of office politics.
It must seem strange indeed to suddenly enter the bureaucratic vortex, wherein which copies and pencil pushing generate austere glib efficiencies.
Should one not know what to do many others will gladly make things more confusing, as multivariable personalities dramatically claim they understand everything.
As the contradictions abound try not to seek out rational cohesion, but rather take each enigmatic exchange as an objective lesson in awkward composure.
Getting noticed - doing something well - may lead to widespread jealousy, even if it's something accidental that you naturally do without thinking.
Beware the ides of smalltalk with people with whom you have nothing in common.
Who write you up accordingly.
Even though you like to work.
Clockwatchers follows timid Iris as she embraces office space, and makes friends with the other temp workers bewilderingly engaged within the labyrinth.
The lack of a definitive playbook and the inconsistent interactive exchanges, have encouraged latent entropy which oddly accentuates the mentorship.
The one clear regulation involves traditional hierarchical order, or when someone higher up in the chain makes a reasonable request, it's best to try to accommodate them.
Are they Broncos fans, do they like the NHL, do they read books, do they still watch movies, no they likely have families and that's all there is to talk about!
Clockwatchers examines the lack of stability generally associated with temp work, and the unfortunate frustrations which eventually arise from the drastic uncertainty.
It's even worse with unpaid internships which shouldn't be legal in my opinion. To turn one into a job, meticulously say the congenial right thing even if you haven't the slightest.
Try to keep busy, he's working too hard.
Go with the flow, he lacks ambition.
Aloofly acculturate, he doesn't know what to do.
Embrace friendship, he's always kissing up.
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