Business slash pleasure

Happy New Year! Sorry about the lack of thoughtsslashcomments: we fell down a carb-hole of lethargy and Inner City Pressure. So, in a bid to keep blogging sporadically, we’ve eaten our last packet of Digestives, and resolved to bring you a mainly protein packed 2012. Practically speaking, one or the other of us will blog, sporadically.

If there’s one thing thoughtsslashcomments has been hearing all the kids are up to lately, it’s office romances. If we were editors of a weekend magazine, we’d be putting it in the ‘Going Up’ section along with multi-coloured chinos, the Downton Abbey Christmas special, and anything with Gosling in it.

I’m sure you’ve all heard that New Zealanders are meant to be the most promiscuous population on the planet. If the post rugby world cup crowd outside the The Grand AKA The Church are anything to go by, I’m sure Durex will have a splendid time crunching the 2011/2012 numbers. Go Kiwis.

So yeah, the workplace romance. Surely, everyone has had a workplace crush at some point? For some, it might be reminiscent of The Offices’ long-suffering Tim/Dawn saga, or for others the more classic “Dennis from Accounts” encounter. Whatever your situation, take the thoughtsslashcomments test to assess:

Love in the time of corporate flu injections

– You both hate your jobs. Y/ N / Maybe

– Your eyes frequently meet over the partition. Y / N / Maybe

– You ‘accidentally’ coordinate your visits to the water cooler/vending machine. Y / N / Maybe

– Sufficient due diligence has ruled out the possibility that he/she is married or in a relationship. Y / N / Maybe

Mostly yeses and maybes

The office Christmas party is your friend!

Note: If you hate your job, you need to ensure that workplace crush is not merely a distraction to avoid dying from boredom. While this resourcefulness is to be commended, it is likely that workplace crush is not really as good looking / successful / interesting as the disproportionate amount of emails you have sent to your workplace bestie might suggest. The same applies if you also hate most of your colleagues.

Mostly no

Thoughtsslashcomments suggests that any contemplated workplace romance should be filed under: Project Too Much Admin.

And, if it all turns to custard, you can always pull a dirty move on the netball court. Corporate sports: good for fitness and revenge.