In the office worker genre, practically everyone is opposed to the time-honored practice of nepotism.
In theory, hiring two people of the same bloodline to work in the same job capacity seems like a good idea. After all, if one person–being born from a certain set of parents and raised with a certain work ethic–is a good fit for a particular set of tasks, then it logically follows that another person with a similar genetic background and work ethic would also be a good fit. In the case of hiring siblings, this is often true.
However, as I learned earlier today, this is NOT always true when it comes to hiring offspring. For example: just because someone who is relatively smart, disciplined and hard-working can have a child who might happen to follow in their footsteps, that doesn’t necessarily mean they will. And unfortunately, from what I’ve witnessed, a very “together” sort of person only has a “together” sort of child maybe every one out of ten times. And for some reason, nine out of ten people who feel the need to get their child a job at the same place they’re employed are the type whose metaphorical apples fell far….FAR from the tree.
It’s these situations that bring into harsh relief the reason most companies frown on (or outright forbid, as my organization does) the practice of nepotism. Until one or two family members just “happen” to slip through the cracks, due to the clandestine efforts of a single family member who is more dedicated to their family than they are to their job. In rare cases, no one minds because the relative hire turns out to be a gem. (Or no one ever finds out.) However, in the case of the stupid/lazy/undependable or otherwise irritating “relative” hires, that caring parent/sibling/spouse/second cousin twice removed becomes the subject of mass office hatred, because everyone knows that they’re the one breaking the rules for the good of their own family, and to the detriment of their co workers.
In short, hiring a useless relative is the equivalent of flipping your entire office the bird. Nobody likes a self-interested dead weight. And it’s infinitely worse when there are two of you.