And the living envy the dead

By Alston on January 26, 2006 9:19 AM | | Comments (0)

Yesterday I had lunch with a woman from work called Africa. We were discussing the job when she told me about some stupid thing they are doing there requiring all the employees to list off their personal objectives for the year and fill out some form or some such thing. In any case she had to waste her time doing a report. This woman works pretty hard. The Monday prior she was there until midnight, with only two hours off to eat and vote. She is up to her eyeballs in work given to her by her incredibly incompetent and ineffective boss (more on her later, perhaps) and yet she had a meeting to discuss this bullshit report at 1 pm. Why is it bullshit? Because her goals and duties are clearly set out for her anyway. There was to be no negotiation of these terms. They might as well have just told her that they wanted her to do X, Y and Z and that would be that. If Africa had a problem with it, they could discuss it then, or she could quit. And she has no problem quitting.

Afterwards I was downtown picking up some stuff including my passport photo when I received a call from work. The Underpaid Guy in Accounting (then again, I don't know of anyone that is appropriately paid in accounting unless they are a CA or something) called and said that he had all of my money, essentially 4 weeks pay and my Record of Employment. Since I was downtown, I thought that I would pick it up directly. On my way there, ran into Angry Jon. Possibly the employee the most unhappy with his position there. He has no boss anymore other than Queen Zeal herself. No one to define his responsibilities. No one to help him do his job, whatever that is. And he feels that his skills are too specialized to shop around easily. Besides, he doesn't speak French at all. (He could take classes. but anyway.) Telling him about my pogey probably wasn't a good idea as he is now quite jealous of me.

When I finally got there I ran into the one person that I didn't want to see, namely Endorphin McHappiness (I was thinking of Crackwhore Kilgore, but I don't think she does any drugs. At least not anymore), the stupid and ridiculous HR tool who called me into her office to can me. And that's not even the reason that I wanted to punch her out every time I saw or heard her. It's because of her sing-song voice, stupid face, silly clothes and bad ideas. Anyway, she escorted me to see the Underpaid Guy in Accounting. He gave me my docs, answered my questions and decided that he needed a smoke right then and there.

We went outside and talked abotu how unhappy he is, which was pretty obvious. He handles it pretty well, though. What surprised me was howe much money he isn't making. When he took two weeks off last year for vacation, the place was in chaos. But they will not pay this guy. In fact, everyone was supposed to get either a raise or a new pay schedule. Not a single one has, except one individual who shall obviously remain nameless (oh, how I'd love to name names here). This one was already making a sick amount of money before. Their raise has already kicked in, and what a raise! 25% over last year! Who the hell gets a 25% raise? Not peons, that's for sure. Managers, charlatans and cracklickers, that's who. This one's at least two of the three.

So there's the scoop. I am so far better off than before.

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