At work, i have a fairly large pirate flag hanging in my cube. It's the same flag i hung at the last job, and quite happily, i noted that there was one hanging from the rafters when i joined. This warmed the cockles of me heart. (And no, i'm fairly sure that it wasn't because there were baseball fans from Pittsburgh.)
It meant that they were buccaneers.
Being a working class buccaneer seems to be something that's crept up lately, pretty much on it's own. It's a group of folks that are, well, not strictly held by the rules of general convention. They are a group that are intent on getting things done, using whatever tools they can get their hands on, by whatever means are necessary. They hack. They circumvent. They not only note how much something sucks, but they build a replacement for it whether you ask them to or not. Maybe if you ask nice, and are willing to help out, they'll let you use it too. They believe that more can be done through co-operation than declaration. They're not afraid to make mistakes or help out someone who goofed up this time. They work in secret since they know damn well that someone up higher will get their nose bent because some bunch of idiots aren't doing what the rules say they should.
Buccaneers know that rules tell you what not to do but also don't tell you what you can get away with. That's why they always take notes about those sorts of things. They happily work just within the boundaries but don't mind popping over to the dark side when it works better. They have backup plans you really don't want them to put into play. They're your best resource, and greatest ally, until you get in their way.
It's good to be a buccaneer.
you guys have an odd sense of humor:
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Arrrr.
It's all fun and games until somebody has to walk the plank. Then it's just fun.