"They Call Me 
Mister Dilbert" 
Scott Adams On Cubicle Consciousness 

I will begin with a personal note: I am a blatant envier of Scott Adams. I have been writing about the ups and downs of business life for 15 years, looking for just the right combination of astute observation, wry humor, and business respectability. My goal has been to tell the truth about where things go wrong in organizations, then offer useful hints on how to make things better. 

As a result of these efforts I have sold about — let's see — 11 books.

Whereas Scott Adams chopped off one half of my formula (the useful hints part), thumbed his nose at respectability, and proceeded to sell umpty-ump million of his books lambasting the stupidity of organizational life.

It helps that I adore the cartoons. Whereas Adams the man gives off about as much emotional heat as salt cod, his cartoons are like the lumps of coal Superman used to squeeze into diamonds. Looking at those diamonds, you knew that, in addition to being nature's purest and hardest form of carbon, they were also as hot as hell, from all the pressurizing. Adams' cartoons are like that, radiating the mean, pitiless heat of knowing that people (especially bosses — us) are deluded idiots, and the chance of their becoming wiser any time soon, of their acquiring "executive EQ," is a laugh and a half.  

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