Pluspunten
Boston is cool, I guess.
Minpunten
Reminiscing with a former employee and remembered about one of their practices, in the Boston office. They used to make us parade around the office with a notebook in hand, physically checking in with all of the seniors and managers, before we were allowed to leave for the day. I’m watching The Vow now and this reminds me of the sex slaves asking for permission to do things. I frequently bring up experiences from working here at my job now and it’s like a moment where you’re sitting around the campfire sharing horror stories. People are genuinely shocked. The office was also super homogenous when I was there. Totally white. To the point that one time a group of employees was making fun of another culture’s cuisine in the elevator, like a cackling group of 12 year old girls, racist 12 year old girls. It bewilders me how that environment existed in boston of all places. Maybe it’s changed, but I’ve heard it has not.