In honor of it being just about the two-year anniversary of the life that prompted the sketch that prompted the post below called “Soundtrack, and inspired by “Freemblap” and his comment about kowtowing to the man, here’s a link to the post that started it all.
For the record, and keeping the whole debate alive and honest and shit, here’s a couple of things to note. I wrote that little bit of creative bullshit in March ’04. I got spoken to late June ’04 (a date I will remember always here in the land of the free and brave, ‘cuz my flag-waving July 4th weekend was interrupted by the second psych eval). Yeah, baby, three months later, you know, like long enough for shit to change, you got your clear and present danger heating up.
Point two in the whole debate is told in the sketch. I was interviewed alone by little miss zero tolerance and allowed to go back to my office to get my stuff. Yeah, um, just yeah.
It’s a cake eating too kind of dilemma. I was a freak, or I was not a freak. You just don’t fucking let a violent loon go get her stuff with an admonition “Ah, don’t talk to anyone, OK?”
Oh, and after working there through seven years, um, I would’ve thought someone would know me. As my lawyer put it, in all his years of pulling employee records for various and sundry disagreements and disputes, my file was shockingly stellar and spotless. The signs weren’t there.
Dunno, maybe I’m dwelling today, because at the new place, the place that came at the end of the snowball spinning ride that started two years ago, there was a summer shindig kind of thing going on. Food. Because, fucking yeah, everything about this job plays out in food. And, some wine and beer. Shit, I hadn’t had an ice cold beer in many months.
Anyway, it reminded me of the fabled beer hours from circa 1989, when I first started working in the non-profit world. I was in my 20s, as were a huge assload of others at the job, and there just wasn’t anything wrong in drinking the free beer and talking to folks. I did my job well enough to go from temp to perm and ultimately like triple or quadruple my salary in 5 years’ time, and until the director starting banging my co-workers, all was groovy. I just didn’t spend a lot of time looking over my shoulder or worrying if I was going to lose my job. (Well, again, until the director’s indiscriminate banging began.)
I never felt that relaxed in my last job and may never again. It’s fucking hard after being fucked with for so long, and it pisses me off.
For about a minute, I was all chill in the new job, thinking, “it’s going to be alright,” and cracked a second beer.
why do people get hung up over jobs ive had hundreds and every one of them has been shit dont get me wrong i earn $50k plus a year i get 25 days holiday and 10 days bank holiday a year but i never stay in the same place for more than a few years sometimes its weeks or days even it goes with being an electrician as most of the ones i work with are the same
i dont know one who takes any shit from the man
ive just spent an 8 hr shift fixing one machine (took 3/4 of an hr and then watched the football) and guess what im job hunting coz im bored
hey ho onwards n upwards
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Ah, Dvae, my friend, I guess if I had the wherewithal to climb up into other folks wattage, I would be as you are.
Unfortunately, a few of us are cursed with, I dunno, intellect and junk that causes us to be engaged.
Nah, but in truth, I’d rather have a cush office job with Internet, phones, lot of foods and snacks and A/C, where I can while away hours and hours of playing with papers, than risk my buddy flipping the wrong switch and toasting me with household current. ‘specially English household current. I’m not even sure it’s like modern.
ahhh electrickery the wonder of the modern world
cant beat a few curents and naa it aint modern
i too have custy office internet free coffee
subsidised canteen ect ect infact all the perks working for a modern merican corp can bring
it dont even bring 1 iota of job satisfaction
best conversation i had today when along the lines of
dave we’re gettin a new machine in 4 weeks
oh says i
yup and you need to be trained up on it
oh says I
we are booking flights for you around the 23 rd of August
thats nice says I
walsaw indiana is where the course is are you OK to fligh out on a sunday
hmmm
shame im in Amsterdam that week
your joking
pregnant pause
you are joking
poor sod looked like i had filleted him with a BREAD KNIFE
silly sod had only gone and booked it without telling me
flights hotel car the whole nine yards
and me being me soft sod that i am will let him fester and wriggle for a week and then dig his sorry arse out of the hole
whats better a week on the razz in amsterdam party city to the world or a week in some wild industrial town in the middle of nowhere USA
you chose Dee and i’ll go with it
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