If you spend the bulk of your waking hours in the habitrail-esque maze of a corporate cubicle farm, as millions do, you are ripe for Max Barry's latest novel, a sardonic take on corporate culture succinctly entitled Company.
Less is more for Barry, who hilariously satirizes the corporate entity through a small number of players therein, namely a few employees in the Training Sales department of Zephyr Holdings:
Freddy: Smart, full of ideas, but hasn't been promoted once in his five years at Zephyr.
Holly: Her only positive hours at Zephyr are those she spends in the company's in-house gymnasium.
Roger: "Too confident, his dark brown eyes too piercing. His hair is obviously executive material."
Wendell: Perturbed with Roger for parking in his spot.
Elizabeth: "Smart, ruthless, and emotionally damaged… If Elizabeth's brain was a person, it would have scars, tattoos, and be missing one eye."
With an MBA, a head full of ideals, and shiny new shoes, Jones sets out to learn something else, though - something that none of his co-workers have given a second thought: What exactly is it that Zephyr Holdings does? Warned though he is against making waves with Senior Management, Jones is not dissuaded. What he learns about Zephyr is startling and much too catalytic and fun to reveal here.
"Open-plan seating, it has been explained in company-wide memos, increases teamwork and boosts productivity. Except in managers, that is, whose productivity tends to be boosted by - and the memos don't say this, but the conclusion is inescapable - corner offices with excellent views."