An example that springs to mind is a coalition of gamers I took park in some time ago. 30+ guys, and 1-2 tomboys that got along with us. For a short time we were the dominate clan in that game. We were a fractious group, often argued, often fought, still broke bread when it came to game day. No one felt all that constrained to call anyone else an idiot or criticize a plan or strategy.
Once it came time, we executed the plan, modified as we made contact with the enemy. The leaders, the officers, and the rank and file naturally filled in their roles and we all strained until victory or defeat. This just... happened. Just what we did.
Not sure about a female side of that example. If someone has it, be good to share.
>One is cluttered and dirty, with ashtrays and equipment and empty coffee cups and food cartons scattered around. You can hear employees laughing and talking loudly over the drone of the industrial fans. There are dirty magazine centerfolds near the government-mandated DOL posters. There’s a cup of pens somewhere but they don’t work and there’s a giveaway branded lighter and a disposable straw in the cup.
This sounds like my first adult job, in public works. An old garage where we kept and serviced equipment, the occasional deafening sound of the air compressor bleeding off condensation, a dingy bathroom and a sexy STIHL calendar pinned up around one corner.
The offices at PW HQ might have been a little better... and the old secretary might have had a little influence... but the meeting room was always a touch messy, scattered with mugs, pens that didn't work, and the sound of the shop master's radio when the soundproof door opened to admit a few crew to the AC-ed interior.
> [Men and women] build teams differently.
An example that springs to mind is a coalition of gamers I took park in some time ago. 30+ guys, and 1-2 tomboys that got along with us. For a short time we were the dominate clan in that game. We were a fractious group, often argued, often fought, still broke bread when it came to game day. No one felt all that constrained to call anyone else an idiot or criticize a plan or strategy.
Once it came time, we executed the plan, modified as we made contact with the enemy. The leaders, the officers, and the rank and file naturally filled in their roles and we all strained until victory or defeat. This just... happened. Just what we did.
Not sure about a female side of that example. If someone has it, be good to share.
>One is cluttered and dirty, with ashtrays and equipment and empty coffee cups and food cartons scattered around. You can hear employees laughing and talking loudly over the drone of the industrial fans. There are dirty magazine centerfolds near the government-mandated DOL posters. There’s a cup of pens somewhere but they don’t work and there’s a giveaway branded lighter and a disposable straw in the cup.
This sounds like my first adult job, in public works. An old garage where we kept and serviced equipment, the occasional deafening sound of the air compressor bleeding off condensation, a dingy bathroom and a sexy STIHL calendar pinned up around one corner.
The offices at PW HQ might have been a little better... and the old secretary might have had a little influence... but the meeting room was always a touch messy, scattered with mugs, pens that didn't work, and the sound of the shop master's radio when the soundproof door opened to admit a few crew to the AC-ed interior.
America, when you have sown the wind, you will, in time, reap the whirlwind.