Currently I am fighting the urge to climb a water tower with a super soaker (it's winter here this is the closest thing to killing someone you can do and still mostly get away with). I got to play the stupid boss game at work today. You would think being management level I would have some tiny iota of respect from the management above me. Oh wait, I forgot, I got demoted when they laid off my whole crew and placed me on days. So apparently now I am no where near as intelligent as I was when I was annihilating quotas with half the crew size and no supervision from anyone.
That is, of course, until someone needs my help because they did something stupid that caused a result I had previously warned them about. Of course right after I finish helping they go right back to looking down their noses. It is like all labor workers of any variety are assumed to be ignorant hicks. I'm sorry, just because I can drive a forklift and form steel and weld and run an iron worker and perform all the tasks in between doesn't mean that I never went to college or that I know nothing about basic management and computer skills. It is freaking ridiculous.
Of course it gets more ridiculous too. I just lost Zac today. He had survived the last layoff on the technicality of injury (a day before the layoff happened he got a piece of metal stuck in his eye). But apparently today the doctor gave him a clean bill of health and he was promptly terminated. I imagine that is what they will do with the only surviving member of my crew once his broken foot heals.
What kind of a crappy world do we live in where people can't just be upfront about this stuff. It is perfectly legal in Washington to fire anyone at anytime for almost any reason. Injury cannot be the reason for termination, but layoff during injury is perfectly acceptable as long as the company still pays the medical bills. So why the hell do they string these poor guys along. It is morally reprehensible and generally demeaning.
Oh well, I guess I will just never quite understand the workings of the corporate elite. So far I gather it's something like 'make money, make money, make money, crush the weak, devour their souls, make money, make money' and so on and so forth.
On a lighter note I got a butt load of sleep last night and am feeling quite well today. To top that off I finally found someone who might be interested in buying my old 66 VW bug. I have to do a quick battery cable swap so he can take it for a test drive but I should be able to do that by Saturday. With luck my little baby beetle will find a new home with a nice owner who will love it forever (or until the magnesium block bursts into flames and melts the whole car into an ashy puddle on the highway. Look it up, it happens).
Can you sense the negativity. I sure hope so cause I'm laying it on pretty thick.
Well folks, I have some work to do finding a publisher. I hope all your days are better than that poor veteran who got both his legs blown off and was pulling himself around on a cart today expecting some iota of respect from all those that completely forgot it was veterans day.
Peace Off extra hard for gimpy.
Chetri · Wed Nov 12, 2008 @ 05:42am · 0 Comments |