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A friend of mine recently floored me with the admission that he'd spent several years in Eastern Europe with the Moonies. And he seemed so normal. Have you or your mates disappeared into a cult? Now that the brain-washing has worn off, tell us all about it.
( , Thu 26 Jan 2006, 17:46)
A friend of mine recently floored me with the admission that he'd spent several years in Eastern Europe with the Moonies. And he seemed so normal. Have you or your mates disappeared into a cult? Now that the brain-washing has worn off, tell us all about it.
( , Thu 26 Jan 2006, 17:46)
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I was in a cult for 5 years
I am a recovering management consultant.
The way the cult tempted you into joining during the interview process was:
Competitive salary = A nice pair of ‘golden handcuffs’ – a large salary that ensured that no matter how miserable you were, you would never leave. For some reason after happily managing on a student income for 4 years, I was massively in debt after 3 years of earning 10X that as a management consultant?????
Flexible hours = 12 – 14 hour days
Lots of travel = ‘Warm body’ staffing – i.e. if you had a pulse, and you were available, you would be sent to timbuk-effing-too to work on some crappy job you were barely qualified for.
Great social life = Actually this bit was pretty good. Loads of alcohol, especially at lunchtime and on the company tab.
Once every 3 months we would get together and were expected to appear wildly enthusiastic about whatever shit we were doing and give presentations on how lovely it all was. This was really scary as everyone had this glazed expression of complete obedience and maniacal obsession in their eyes.
My guiltiest moment was working on a ‘Welfare Reform’ program and having to drive my car through a picket line of angry poor and homeless activists while they spat and lobbed eggs, and wishing I could get out and shout “I agree with you, it’s a shit program! I only work on it because it pays me more in one month than you’ll get in a year.” Not desperate for a lynching, I stayed in my car and continued to implement welfare cuts for my own personal gain.
The irony was that we would go hungry ourselves at lunchtime rather than brave the picket line to leave the building.
Another guilty moment was when I had to manage the list of employees who were being cut from this giant company. It was an entire staff list of the company. There were thousands of them and not being too familiar with excel at the time, I would constantly make mistakes. I had a personal policy of “if in doubt, - throw them out”.
I will burn in hell.
Although I've been out of it for many years, I feel that I need to work for the Peace Corp or rescue HIV infected babies or something in order to stock up on some good karma.
( , Thu 26 Jan 2006, 19:13, Reply)
I am a recovering management consultant.
The way the cult tempted you into joining during the interview process was:
Competitive salary = A nice pair of ‘golden handcuffs’ – a large salary that ensured that no matter how miserable you were, you would never leave. For some reason after happily managing on a student income for 4 years, I was massively in debt after 3 years of earning 10X that as a management consultant?????
Flexible hours = 12 – 14 hour days
Lots of travel = ‘Warm body’ staffing – i.e. if you had a pulse, and you were available, you would be sent to timbuk-effing-too to work on some crappy job you were barely qualified for.
Great social life = Actually this bit was pretty good. Loads of alcohol, especially at lunchtime and on the company tab.
Once every 3 months we would get together and were expected to appear wildly enthusiastic about whatever shit we were doing and give presentations on how lovely it all was. This was really scary as everyone had this glazed expression of complete obedience and maniacal obsession in their eyes.
My guiltiest moment was working on a ‘Welfare Reform’ program and having to drive my car through a picket line of angry poor and homeless activists while they spat and lobbed eggs, and wishing I could get out and shout “I agree with you, it’s a shit program! I only work on it because it pays me more in one month than you’ll get in a year.” Not desperate for a lynching, I stayed in my car and continued to implement welfare cuts for my own personal gain.
The irony was that we would go hungry ourselves at lunchtime rather than brave the picket line to leave the building.
Another guilty moment was when I had to manage the list of employees who were being cut from this giant company. It was an entire staff list of the company. There were thousands of them and not being too familiar with excel at the time, I would constantly make mistakes. I had a personal policy of “if in doubt, - throw them out”.
I will burn in hell.
Although I've been out of it for many years, I feel that I need to work for the Peace Corp or rescue HIV infected babies or something in order to stock up on some good karma.
( , Thu 26 Jan 2006, 19:13, Reply)
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