"David Taylor, a business psychologist, told workers at design and marketing onebestway, in Newcastle upon Tyne, that a Naked Friday idea would boost their team spirit.Has he lost his damn mind? I'd say no - he's obviously a genius if he can persuade people that what is needed to boost morale is not something totally passe like more money or something boring like health coverage or a goddamn pension plan. That would be so 1990s. Instead, why not turn up to work in the buff?
He was called in to help the firm after six staff members were forced into taking redundancies at the start of the credit crunch."
No, no - those who have clearly went and lost their goddamn minds are those who responded, "Hey - that sounds like a plan", and then go and fucking do it!
If you read the whole thing, a Miss Jackson enthused about the experience retrospectively:
"It was emotional but we found we were much more able to talk to each other honestly – and have been since."Uh huh? You couldn't just go to the pub and get drunk after work like everyone else? The whole story's about some bizarre place where hippy bullshit meets capitalism and comes up with something really fucked up. I may do something serious about this one day but for now I'll leave you with more of Miss Jackson's wisdom:
"We're all beautiful, whether we've got big bodies or small ones."I would have thought that reason and experience would be enough for anyone to dismiss this statement out of hand. But just in case, there's some photographic evidence too.
The mentally-ill at work: "Do you like my fruit bowl?" To be candid, I find it a little unsettling...