Differences
As happens so often, a subject for a blog post presented itself during a discussion with some co-workers. In this case comparisons were being made between people here in New England as compared to other places in the U.S. The discussion compared work attitudes and conditions as well as social interactions in and outside the workplace.
I won’t go into great detail as I have no great wish to bore you to death, so I’ll be sticking to generalities with just a few details thrown in here and there to keep things interesting.
One of the strengths (or weaknesses, depending on your point of view) of living in New England is what some call the Puritan work ethic. For the most part, people in New England work hard, work long hours, and in some cases even revel in it. It wouldn’t surprise me to find out that the Type A personality workaholic was invented here.
One of my co-workers, Kim (of Eddie and Kim fame), made mention of the differences between working here in New Hampshire as compared to California, and the small company work atmosphere compared to the big company work atmosphere. I’ve been exposed to both, at least here in New England. Of the two I find I prefer small company corporate life.
I worked for 20 years for one of the big companies (Raytheon). And while I enjoyed working with bleeding edge technology, the attitude of many of my fellow employees was less than encouraging. Not that they ever shirked or did less than their level best when it came to doing their jobs, but their attitudes towards other employees was something I thought I had left behind in high school. Management attitudes didn’t help, either. Too often the attitude displayed there was one of “Shut the fuck up and do what I told you to do!” It was less of a partnership and more an
almost benign dictatorship. Unfortunately, there was more than one dictator, which made it difficult to please any of them. No matter what you did, you knew you were going to piss off somebody somewhere in the pecking order.
After twenty years of putting up with that, the opportunity came to get out. The company was offering voluntary separations with a large cash incentive. All it took was one look at that big bag of money they were offering to give to me if I left and the decision was made -- I was
outta there!
In case you’re wondering, I decided to use
every penny Raytheon paid me to leave and took some time off. Little did I realize that it would last as long as it did. It was also when I started writing in earnest. So far it’s led to a number of short stories, two novels, and starts on two more.
About 18 months later I took a job with the small fiber optics firm I’ve mentioned now and then. The differences between it and Raytheon are profound.
At Raytheon, permission to try something out of the ordinary that might lead to a new and less expensive way of doing something was damn near impossible to get. There was quite a bit of low level corporate management CYA in evidence. It kind of reminds me of a scene from the movie “Head Office” with Rick Moranis:
“I didn’t make that decision! I
approved that decision! Don’t you know the difference between making a decision and approving a decision? Listen, I gotta go! I’ve got a dead father-in-law who’s pissed off because he’s in semi-private rather than private. I’ve gotta Mercedes that’s leaking more oil than…than…than Poland! I’ve got 35 phone lines to answer!” Hangs up and pulls out blood pressure cuff, wraps it around his arm, and starts pumping the bulb. “I
love this business!!”
There are actually people
just like that in corporate America.
Kind of scary, huh?
At the fiber optics firm, I was
encouraged to try new things, or try different ways of doing old things in order to do it better/faster/cheaper. That was true of everyone at the company.
Then, not quite three years ago, our company was acquired by a big company (who shall remain nameless…..unless they piss me off). Inevitably, things changed. There were more rules, more regulations, and more paperwork, but the small company atmosphere remained.
Kim’s experience is different. She spent most of her working life out on the Left Coast where corporate society is different on many levels. One of the biggest differences she notices is there is a lot more corporate gossip in our company. She believes it detracts from getting our jobs done and makes us seem less professional.
At first I thought she was overstating the case. But then I thought about it for a while and realized that there was some truth in what she said. When it comes to ‘shooting the breeze’ with a co-worker, I am as guilty as anyone else is. In some cases, even more so. But the one thing I don’t do (at least as best as I can recall) is gossip. It disgusted me in high school and at Raytheon, and I dislike it intensely at my present company. (Kim wants me to let you know that she was the first to use the phrase “dislike intensely” while discussing this post. I merely stole….uhh.…
borrowed it from her.)
But gossip is also something that is unlikely to go away. Many of the people working at our company have known each other for years, some having worked together at other companies in the past. That makes for a strong bond, almost like a family. And families gossip. With large companies, no matter where they are located, that level of widespread intimacy doesn’t exist. Under those circumstances it easier to keep yourself at a distance without seeming standoffish.
One of our other co-workers had commented to her that she would have to adapt, to blend in to get along. He might as well have said, “We are Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.” Why should she have to change just to ‘fit in’? What should she change?
I like her just the way she is. She’s outspoken, and I like that in people. I don’t always agree with her, but I’m always willing to listen to what she has to say. We may discuss our viewpoints, then agree to disagree.
But not all companies are like that here in New England. I know of so many that are not.
And then there are the differences in social interaction.
When I was at Raytheon, I spent very little time with my co-workers outside of work. That has nothing to do with Raytheon, but the shift hours I was working (11PM to 7AM) and the fact that I lived about an hour from work did.
But it’s different at my present place of employment. It’s rare when I don’t spend some time with someone I know from work sometime during the week.
One thing that I have come to know is that everybody has his or her own idea of what is an ideal place to live. I’m not talking about the fantasy of living on the beaches of Maui, but a place to call ‘home’. For me, it’s here in northern New England. For others, it’s in Florida, Tennessee, Arizona, Washington state, Oregon, or some other place within the U.S. Whether it’s the landscape, the climate, the community, or the individual people, everyone has a place that makes them feel like they’re home.
My ex-girlfriend hated living in New Hampshire. It had nothing to do with the weather or the scenery. She disliked the politics, but even that wasn’t what irked her the most.
It was the people.
She didn’t care for the way that the people in the small town where she made her home always seemed to know her business. I’m not talking about the townsfolk knowing what color panties and brassiere she was wearing, but about things going on in her life. It unnerved her when she found out the people in town knew about the trouble her teenage son had gotten himself into. She didn’t understand why anyone would be interested in his troubles. She didn’t understand that most of them were not putting her down or disparaging her for it. They were concerned for her and her son. She didn’t understand that what affects her also affects the community. What they were showing is what is called neighborliness. She saw it as being too nosy. They saw it as looking out for a neighbor – her. It was a matter of misconception.
But she’s now in Virginia after a false start towards Indianapolis. She feels she fits down there. As long as she’s happy, that’s all that counts.
Kim loves it here. As she said to me today, “I have never felt as much at peace as I do here.”
There are some acquaintances and friends that I know who moved up from Texas. They would never move back there. New Hampshire fits for them. They love the people, the neighborliness. They’ve found ‘home’.
There are other friends that moved away and won’t be returning here because they’ve found a place that fits them. They’ve also found ‘home’.
There are two families that I helped make the move from the People’s Republic of California to northern New Hampshire. Both families love it here. As one of them said, “There’s a lot less BS to deal with here than back in California.” Welcome home, folks.
It’s no different than some people preferring to live in cities and others preferring to live in suburbs, along shorelines, in the desert, or in the mountains. The social interactions may be different from place to place, but somebody somewhere will find them perfect while others will think they’ve landed in the seventh circle of hell. The funny thing is that they’ll both be describing exactly the same place.
There is no one place that is the best place to live for everyone, just as there is no one company that is the best company to work for. To quote Albert Einstein, “It’s all relative.”
But it is these differences that make us what we are as families, communities, and as a country. It these differences that can give us great insight. It is these differences that make help make life interesting.
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“Stupidity cannot be cured with money, or through education, or by legislation. Stupidity is not a sin, the victim can’t help being stupid. But stupidity is the only universal capital crime; the sentence is death, there is no appeal, and execution is carried out automatically and without pity.” --Lazarus Long