This picture was taken closer to 9/11 than we currently are.
2023-2001=22
2001-1974=27
Math is hard. I won’t delete my comment though as you should all find joy in my stupidity.
Thank you for your integrity.
As a fellow math innumerate, I feel your pain.
Don’t worry, in five years, you’ll not only be proven correct, your prediction will hold eternally. That’s rare!
Thank you for the joy this morning!
The picture was taken closer to the construction of the pyramids than what we are today.
You da man, Hank!
🤯
He looks thrilled.
Is he jerking off or what?
The 70s were a different time.
That’s his knee, he’s got his leg across the other, not his hand down his pants.
At first she did not look like a kid. I had to zoom in.
No potato batteries at least.
He’s Jimming the camera.
I hope this place burns to the ground
“Dad! Don’t say that! What if it actually happened!?”
Wow, an analog phone and not a single computer in sight. As a guy who works in IT , this is a beautiful sight to see.
I don’t get it, what they were doing at their desks then? Like, pratically?
Really? As a fellow keyboard monkey it scares the shit out of me!
A simpler time where every god damn thing wasn’t computerized and generating metrics to track every aspect of your life.
Persoanlly i’ll take being tracked over not having computers. But each to their own.
I agree honestly never had a problem with metrics myself but now that I have reports and a lot of them can’t get their shit together it makes it more frustrating to see every little thing they’re fucking up. It’d be so much easier if it was just a matter of “did we get everything done?” at the end of the day.
Mostly I’m just venting. Maybe I should just take their computers away…
As a guy who works in IT , this is a beautiful sight to see.
It certainly makes your life a lot easier if the employees don’t have any computers!
As an engineer seeing a drafting table behind him fills me with dread.
I’m now 25 years into my IT career and the older I get the more I understand those former co-workers who retired and just wanted to fuck off, go fishing, and never look at another computer.
Wait a minute… is he…
At first I hated it. But now I love it. He seems a pillar of strength in a working dad kind of way. She seems like she’s trying really hard to understand what this boring job entails. All around the accoutrements of early 1970s office life in an iconic yet doomed skyscraper. A beautiful moment captured.
Damn this looks depressing
There’s a lot more color in this photo than the entirety of most offices today
Still better than today’s industrial chicken coop that’s called an open floor plan office. At least you had privacy with those cubicles.
Now, it’s been years since I wasn’t WFH, but I’ve had an office, a cube, a right to park in a dying office’s flexspace cube, and occasionally worked in bullpen open-plan stuff. That’s also the order of preference: WFH, office, assigned cube (unless yours sucks), flex cube, punching yourself in the face, “open” plan.
Let’s take the last vestige of personal space or signifier that your job is anything other than a knowledge worker assembly line and do away with it in the name of “collaboration.” You will have no place for your red stapler or “Do it for Her” note, and you will be forced to do your work, which may be sensitive or may involve some trial and error, as well as putting any down-time you choose to take, on display for every asshole in the office who knows nothing about your productivity (as dangerous for the dedicated or ambitious as it is for the slacker). I didn’t even like it when it was complete strangers at a coworking space.
I work in one of those. I hate that my co-workers can see me scratch every itch and hear every stomach rumble.