Boston Globe Today's office could use a few eccentrics. We were lamenting the endangerment of a particular white-collar species, a group of gnarly souls who made the workplace a little nuttier and, therefore, a little more fun. True, every large office still has one.
Trouble is, every large office used to have several.
Certainly my office did, a collection of zanies who preceded the well-educated corporate citizens who've arrived since. Once upon a time not long ago, employees did that on their own, like the fellow here who used to wear a suit to work once a year. Or perhaps he was referring to draughts. In any case, it's getting harder and harder to find such wacky folks on the job. And as bright as they are, most of them have not mastered the fine art of keeping gin in a French-dressing bottle.