The piss cup disappeared

But it still was funny…. Don Park pulled this entry:

Pissed at EMC

Today, I’ve ended my relationship with EMC/RSA. To put it simply, when a company requires me to piss into a cup for the privilege of advising them, my answer will always be “no thanks.”

And it’s too bad since I think it was A/ funny, and B/ interesting, in a socio-corporate PoV, that companies would care to know what kind of substances you ingested before you work for them. Especially as an advisor/consultant, not even as a full-time employee. Note that I am not a drug-use liberal thingamabob weenie: I don’t even smoke. Never did. But in a country that’s so strong on civil rights, private freedom and crap, I think this was pretty invasive. Hell, I wouldn’t want a company I work for – part-time or full-time – to know whether I have diabetes, cholesterol, or a couple of ounces of ethanol per gallon of blood. As long as I do the job, whadda 福 [pronounced fuk in Cantonese] you care to know what I piss? It reminded me a novel I read about an intelligent building – which turned out to be set on destructing the human race, go figure – that would analyse, among others, the piss of employees in urinals. Big Brother ain’t too far yet…