Back in my senior year of high school, our high school put on a production of William Shakespeare’s Measure for Measure. It was good fun, as I had the lead, and I played opposite some talented friends. Some so badass that they didn’t need to audition, and were brought in as reinforcements when others flaked in a big role. It was a high school production, for sure, but we had a great time.
The play is a tale of a Duke who wishes to test the mettle of his right hand man, Lord Angelo. The Duke leaves town, giving Angelo the reins, only he doesn’t actually leave, but rather pretends to be a monk in town to observe first hand how the city is run in his absence. Angelo started enforcing arcane laws, like premarital sex being an offense punishable by death. This was happening to a particular couple that were already engaged, but got busy before walking down the aisle, getting her pregnant. Well, that was not easy to hide, so the guy was taken in. His sister, a wholesome woman just a few days shy of becoming a nun, is called to his aid. She comes to town only to find that Angelo is a scumbag that wants to bone her, and says that it’s the only way to save her brother. She eventually befriends the Duke that she believes to be a monk, and helps create a scenario that puts Angelo in exactly the same situation as the guy that he would have put to death. In the end, everyone’s motives are shown to all, and everybody gets laid. No, seriously, that’s pretty much how it unfolds. It’s a Shakespearean comedy, for crying out loud.
My employers may very well be taking the reins like Angelo did. They are taking away our IM privelages, so we won’t have anything beside email and the web. I can’t fathom the logic, seeing as I work on phones, and that’s the most efficient way to get help while talking to a customer. Whatever. They aren’t executing people yet, nor are they trying to have sex with nuns, so there’s no real reason for alarm. I just can’t help but slap my forehead saying, “What are they thinking?!”