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The Tent of Shame
We're sorry, hate to interrupt, but it's against the law to jump off that bridge...
3-26

The modern corporate world is an odd balance of profit-first savagery and kid-glove personnel practices. From incentive-laden salary packages to perks and benefits that would have been unheard of in days past, the environment of business has definetly changed. Currently I am working for one of these "happy employees make for more productive employees" types of organizations, and I have to say that after having slaved away in as many shark tanks as I have in my past, I couldn't be happier.
 
Free coffee, an on-site cafe, casual dress code, flexible working schedules.. It's the kind of place that I don't mind coming to, or working hard at. The management takes the time to find out what might help to make my day smoother, and they make and effort to put those things into place.
 
But then again, I don't smoke.
 
"It's not a desire for drugs.
It's a desire for personal freedom"
- Bill Hicks
 
 
The office I work at actually encompasses three buildings that sit on the bank of the St. Johns River, offering spectacular views of the downtown skyline and the boats traveling along the water. Apparently for years the smokers in the company enjoyed the use of a deck on the riverside of the middle building, a place where they could take a quick break from their work, enjoy the view and then get right back to the grind.
 
But, as is the case with a lot of places these days; the outcry over the smell, the litter, the risks of secondhand smoke, and of course the stigma that comes from having a bunch of people apparently loafing around on one of the nicest parts of the campus from dawn to dusk caused tensions that even the most nimble-minded human resources specialist could never solve.
 
Luckilly for HR, the solution presented itself. The center building, home to the smokers deck, is the oldest of the three buildings; and as a result, its riddled with asbestos. So, in order to keep in line with local building standards and create a safer workplace for it's employees, the company made the outdoor areas of the building off-limits until the construction crews were finished with their work.
 
Let me make sure that you haven't missed the beauty of this: The smokers in the company were kicked out of their designated gathering place in order to protect them from catching lung cancer.
 
Of course, without an "official" place to hang, the smokers just sort of migrated to other outdoor areas of the campus, much to the chagrin of their more health-concious coworkers.
 
So in an effort to come up with a solution to this problem that would placate everyone involved, management took a bold step and sent out a Friday afternoon memo. The memo informed any employees who might be smokers that in a consideration of their needs, the company was going to construct a special outdoor facility just for them.
 
This facility would be away from the employees who were non-smokers, but would also provide the smokers with a view of the river as nice, if not nicer than the one they previously enjoyed. Immenities would be provided; and the place would be easily accessible from work.
 
The smokers wheezed forth a smile.
 
They came to work the next Monday with a sense of excitement. An excitement that quickly faded once they caught sight of their new home.
 
The tent of shame.
 
At the far corner of the employee parking lot the company erected a shelter made of a canvas awning supported by metal poles. The structure is surrounded by orange safety cones so someone doesn't try to park their car under it. And of course, there were the requisite flower pots filled with sand. There were no chairs, tables, or anything else. You can still see the river, but you have to stand away from the trees next to the tent.
 
They look like zoo animals, mulling around behind their orange-coned boundaries. In a way, it's kinda sad. I happen to park my car in an area of the parking lot that is just on the other side of the shame tent. So one day I am walking to my car to run a lunch-hour errand and as I get closer and closer to the tent I notice all the people inside the tent looking at me with beckoning eyes and expectant smiles. One woman actually gave me that look that says "come on over." It felt like I was walking by an animal shelter, full of puppies doomed to the gas chamber doing their best sad eyes act trying to get my attention.
 
When I walked past them on my way towards the luftmobile, I could almost feel their collective dissapointment.
 
I mean, the company knows it could never legally forbid it's employees from smoking -- but nothing says that they can't require them to walk through the elements (rain, cold, wind, people trying to park) out to an isolated area where they have to stand around and try not to look like prisoners behind a stockade wall...
 
The smokers aren't real happy about any of this, but -- they're addicts, so day after day they trudge out to the tent anyways.
 
******
 
I don't smoke. Never have. I really don't see the appeal of it.
 
But at the same time, I have never felt a strong compulsion to eradicate the habit from the face of the earth. I don't like it, but it takes very little effort to either move away from it or ask the person to please smoke elsewhere. I mean, It's not like I am going to live forever if everyone on the planet suddenly put on a nicotine patch and started acting like a bastard all the time.
 
But I'll will tell you one thing, the fifth column movement in this country that's out to demonize anything connected to the tobacco industry pisses me off. Especially a particular "youth organized and controlled" activist group known as Truth.
 
This group (which is actually funded by state agencies here in Florida) can be found all over your television screen doing hipster commercials in which they hassle smokers, drop "body bags" in front of ciggarette company offices, and drive around neighborhoods where employees of these companies live -- blasting out messages over a speaker that say "I am happy making a product that kills people."
 
Yes, smoking is dangerous, and yes, it has cost the world the lives of many people. No one's denying that. But there has to be a line between what people choose for themselves and a small group of people deciding what is right and wrong for the rest of us. I have no patience for people who believe they have the right to tell me what they think is or isn't in my best interests.
 
I chose not to smoke. The people I know who do smoke made the choice to do it. Yes they are addicted to the nicotine, but it's not that far away from the choice I made to be addicted to three cups of coffee every morning. Freedom is not a safeguard against stupidity. And as a society, we are guaranteed the right to be as dumb or as enlightened as we damn well please. Others have the right not to like it, but I think you take it too far when you come to my place of work and tell me that I am a murderer.
 
And where are these munchkin do-gooders when you really need them anyways? I had Taco Bell for lunch today, and as far as I'm concerned, I'm lucky to be alive -- but I certainly don't recall a bunch of Gen-x deadbeats armed with techno music and overblown positivity hanging around the drivethrough trying to shun me away from any certain doom...
 
Besides, this whole attitude sets a very dangerous precedent. What if some group out there decides that reading certain books is evil, having the right to legal representation, or the right to face your accuser is evil? How about same-sex marriages, or being African-American?
 
What's the next hip teen cause to stamp out gonna be?
 
Holy holocaust Britney! I stepped on a bug on my way into work! The company I work for makes cell phones that skillet fry your brain cells! Once, I put fifty cents into the machine to get a newspaper, and I took out three issues instead of one!
 
Call the action squad! Corey! Brandi! Dylan! Sarah-Michelle! To arms!
 
 
sheesh.

 

Just take your ecstacy and shut up.


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