Are we ready for the corporate treehouse?
Dear Joe Gebbia: According to The Wall Street Journal – a.k.a. The Daily Diary of the Ones Who Made Clean Getaways – your Internet travel company, Airbnb Inc., in addition to being obviously unpronounceable, is at the forefront of what the newspaper called “the perk bubble,” which is apparently reinflating, which probably escaped the notice of the 9.2 percent of us who are unemployed at the moment. (Another indication of this, according to the WSJ, is that Facebook’s Mark Zuckerberg apparently condones the wearing of hoodies in the workplace. The Dork Bubble is also reinflating, it appears.) Nevertheless, the folks working for you are having gangs of fun. No kidding, this is Six Flags Over the Cubicles. There are the weekly kickball games and the rooftop barbecues and the air-guitar contests. There are also Mustache Mondays, where everyone wears a fake mustache, perhaps even the people who have real ones. (I have more than an academic interest in this, should it catch on generally.) The paper also said that your corporate offices contain both a treehouse and a section of a retired Pan Am jetliner. “Maybe it’s more like camp,” you told the WSJ. Well, that can be said of many jobs. Some of them are like Parris Island. Still others are like Andersonville. Yet I do take your point. No reason why any job shouldn’t include a treehouse, although I wonder about the practicality of treehouses as regards, say, NORAD. And look. M.C. Hammer is hanging at your housewarming. Maybe it really is 1990 again. Party!
Charles P. Pierce can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.