“What Kind of an Office Doesn’t Have a Desk?” Why Our Parents Don’t Get Our Work Culture

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“What Kind of an Office Doesn’t Have a Desk?” Why Our Parents Don’t Get Our Work Culture

Illustration: Arati Gujar

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hat kind of Neanderthal goes to work dressed like he’s homeless?” barked my father. Perhaps he thought the homeless favoured ripped jeans and a Rolling Stones t-shirt, or maybe he just wanted to get under my skin while I was trying to find a missing flip-flop. And when it comes to dunking on his only son, my father’s favourite topic is the “unprofessional” nature of my work.

My father has spent most of his adult life working in a stiff-upper-lipped corporate environment where everyone donned fastidiously ironed formals, worked nine-to-five, and pissed in washrooms twice the size of our office — a small apartment in Mumbai. So, when he’s done ironing his clothes and tying his shoelaces every morning, picking on me for wearing slippers to work is his preferred form of entertainment.  

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