Mediocrats
Sometimes it can be hard to cope with the world. The misery and depression of everyday life, the constant failure, and the uncaring sloppiness exhibited by companies and organisations that pretend to like me, when in fact they just don't care about me. I don't earn enough for them to care about me. Which is why it's nice to see something that isn't sloppy, something that's obviously been made with diligence and attention to detail. Something that isn't churned out from a conveyor-belt by a company that doesn't care about quality, a company staffed by people who just don't care, people who just want to go home, people who don't care if the product is rubbish, because it's not their fault, because they stand to lose nothing if it is, and even if they could understand what's going wrong, they don't have enough power to nullify another department's inertia. The employees just want their money, and to go home; the employers just want their money, and a big house, and a helicopter. They don't have to use the product. They probably shop elsewhere. They have no personal stake in the company - their goal is to fatten it up until they can sell it to a bigger company, so that they can either take the money and repeat the process, or scale the corporate ladder of the bigger company. The product is just a device for creating money, it's not something to get passionate about. It's not the done thing to give the impression that you care.
But one thing gives me faith, and that's After Eight mints. Not the mints themselves, mind you - they're just cheap chocolate, spread thinly, and sold at an inflated price with a dated marketing campaign that apes the snobbish thinking behind Ferrero Rocher, but with professional execution. People care less and less about class. That's why Lexus sell so many cars in America, and why Ingram sell so many guns - and as Britain becomes more sophisticated, it becomes less class-aware, and more American. For that matter, I don't even like the taste of After Eight mints. And they're very expensive. I'd rather have a Marathon bar, or a block of Fruit and Nut, although not very often because I don't really like chocolate all that much.
What makes me happy, though, is the logo. A lesser company would use a shot of a clock with the hands pointing at eight o'clock - After Eight, thoughtfully, have the hands pointing at three minutes past the hour. The clock is pointing to a time just after eight o'clock. Which makes sense. To me. And quite probably to you, too. But companies don't make sense.
"I am frightened to say anything so I say nothing."
Whilst it may seem obvious that a chocolate called 'After Eight' would be sold with a picture of a clock set to a time just after eight o'clock, it's the kind of thing that companies tend to miss, or fumble. They place the hands at eight, because they just don't see how obvious three minutes past eight is, or they fail to agree on a specific time past the hour and eight o'clock eventually becomes the compromise solution. They argue that using the hands of a clock would remind the buyer too much of the clock on the front of the Journal of the Atomic Scientists, the one that indicates how close we are to nuclear armageddon. They decide that placing the hands just past eight o'clock will confuse the customer, and that people will wonder why the hands are just past eight, and they will stop buying the chocolate and money will be lost. They decide that it will be too hard to print a clock indicating three minutes past, as the hands might appear to merge into a blob when viewed from a distance. They decide that customer might see the clock hands as a v-sign being flicked at them, or that Islamic customers might be offended. A hundred small things prevent companies from making their metaphorical logo point at a metaphorical three minutes past eight.
Why? Another hundred reasons. Intertia. People are unwilling to stick their necks out. It's not my responsibility. I would have fixed it, but nobody asked me. Insert your own reason here. People are stupid. Teams of mediocre people produce something worse than mediocrity. We all need somebody to take charge. And often that person turns out to be a blustering idiot, unaware of his or her own shortcomings, but loudmouthed and dressed in expensive clothes. Business is not about success, it's about giving the impression of competence. Of consistency. An erratic genius is not as good for business as a consistent mediocrat. Success is hard to achieve and often random, but you can work on your appearance. It just takes money. Save up.

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"I have nothing to say."

If this sounds stupid to you, you're wrong. You probably think that I'm being silly. But I'm not. If your job involves creativity, and you work with other people who are not creative, I am sure that you will also have been privy to such idiocy.
At school I grew to learn that schoolchildren, such as myself, were uniformly conservative, unwilling to stand up for themselves, and unwilling to stand out in any way. I hated them. I still do. Kids just want to fit in. They want to be boring. They want to be just like other kids. They don't want to admit this to themselves.
And then they leave school and get jobs and get promoted and become my boss, because the world of business likes people who just want to fit in. People who are clubbable. People who keep their heads down, people who don't stand out, mediocre, boring people, these people all become employers. They are unwilling to employ people who stand out because they are scared that they might be odd. What's the difference between a head-down conformist at school and a twenty-six-year-old marketing manager? There isn't one. They are the same person. Boring. Safe. Shallow. A sheep.
I don't know who makes After Eight mints. But I respect them.
 
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