I always walk that fine line between a blog about work and a blog that is about MY work.  That's why you'll rarely read about specific happenings.  But sometimes, I just can't hold back.

Today, my company announced that we have a mascot.  Yes, a mascot.  In short, it's a freakin' cartoon character that communicates important security messages to us.  So now, I have to get e-mails from a fictional character reminding me to wear my company ID at all times. 

Are you kidding me?

And if the passive-aggressive nature of it all wasn't so aggravating, wait until I tell you how many hours of waste have gone into this project.

First, a committee was formed to come up with a "plan." Then an internal contest was held looking for mascot ideas and a slogan.  Then the creative folks actually had to work for days to design the darn thing.  Then the committee had changes to the mascot.  Then HR had to write a whole memo explaining to us that the mascot might "make a personal appearance...to say hello... and see if you are doing your part." 

Jesus!  It's 1984!

I'd love to share more details and the images, but I'm sure you can understand, why even in this rage, I will have to resist the temptation.

As always, thanks for the venue. And I promise you, if that mascot makes an appearance at my desk, one of us will be leaving in an ambulance and the other will be collecting unemployment.

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