Workplace satire is a rich playground of ideas. In modern memory, movies like the cinematic masterpiece Office Space (1999) still resonate with modern viewers--destroying office technology, the pressure of "Hawaiian Shirt Friday", forced camaraderie for every birthday, and feeling passed over for promotions. We laugh because scenes remind us all of experiences we have likely had, or wish we could have had, and if you don't laugh, you'll cry.
A particularly painful (read: relatable) example in Office Space is when the manager of a restaurant passive aggressively remarks that his wait-staff employee could do more than she currently is. After asking if she is, in fact, doing the minimum requirements (spoiler alert: she is), the employee is still "encouraged" to do more. Before the end of the film, he will pressure her again about her performance, leading her to quit.
The noble tradition of workplace comedies continues, with examples like 30 Rock and The Office. In both of these shows, however, even when the employees spend time in the throes of shenanigans, refusal is rarer. In fact, we believe that one of the most relatable parts of the shows is how frequently the employees, despite that hell they are put through, show up day after day, week after week.
Everyone knows what the joke is when Tammy Swanson strips down in the center of the library in the "Jammy" episode of Parks and Recreation (2015). The librarian nearby ignores her nakedness. Instead, she admonishes the group to be quiet saying "Shush, this is a library!" While there is more to unpack in this single scene (including how the librarian has chosen to ignore Tammy's misbehaviour, her ostensible municipal coworker, but feels free to berate library users, which may allude to the nefarious nature of librarians who only tolerate those who are already members of their own rank?). Even a naked woman's hysterical strip tease isn't enough to interfere with a librarian's duty to say "Shhhhh" and maintain the status quo above all else.
"During the previous five years, a sweatshop of catalogers had begun to transfer the catalog into a computer system, and the Administration hoped that ten percent of the catalog could be salvaged in this way. Instead they found that a terrible computer malfunction had munched through the catalog recently, erasing call numbers and main entries and replacing them with knock-knock jokes, Burma-Shave ditties and tracts on the sexual characteristics of the Computing Center senior Staff . . . [and] S.S. Krupp observed that card catalogs, a recent invention, had not existed at the Library of Alexandria, and though he would have preferred, ceteris paribus, to have the catalog, we didn't have one now, that was too bad, and we were going to have to make do" (Stephenson 1984).
Similarly, Kurt Vonnegut's