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Passions Discussion Group
Today, we get into work to find an email saying "Friday was so-and-so's last day with us. We wish her well on her journey." You know what, journey my ass! They got rid of her (conveniently after our busy spell). You don't drive over a bicyclist on the road with a Greyhound Bus and say "I hope that biker continues with their journey...through the ditch and down the sewer culvert." Douchebags. And you could almost smell something like this coming. And to be honest, I'm almost surprised it wasn't me.
Not long ago in one of our weekly meetings, and art director made a "guest appearance" to pick our Production Artists brains about things we'd suggest putting on an interview list, because she was going to be interviewing for another Production Artist or two. Well, it doesn't take a braniac to look around and see there aren't any available cubicles left. So afterwards, I actually said to the gal who's now fired and said "Can you believe the enormous audacity of that wench!" And she didn't get it. And I said, "Come on! She's passively-aggressively saying that they've obviously not done a good job interviewing people, based on the staff they've hired from it, and wants new people here!"
As far as I know, they've only been interviewing for one position, which TPTB said was to ADD to our staff since we've been so busy. Well, we all know that's about as full of s*** as their diplomacy skills. It's obvious its the replacement.
And it wasn't long ago I got in trouble with my boss, who is now gone on maternity leave. Thank god. That all stemmed from some clusterf*** of an ill-conceived project that got dumped on my lap at 4:30 and then everybody takes off at the end of the day. In between server crashes, printers running out of ink, and no Creative Directors to ask questions, the damned crap didn't get done that night, despite me staying until 7:30! I busted my ass, and then got yelled at the next morning.
Other people said "Oh, she's just crabby because she's 8.9999 months pregnant." Big deal. I'm 428-months along as a crusty Belgian-German asswipe! You don't see me using it as a crutch to shirk responsibility. Do you ever get the feeling there is always an excuse for people's behavior? Like, "Oh, he's going through a rough divorce." Or even dumb stuff like "She's stressed because they can't figure out what's wrong with their dog's urinary tract and they're spending too much time and money at the vet." Yeah, life's a little bumpy. Or in my case, totally barren and empty. I should just spray my angst around there one of these days and say, "Nope! You can't get mad at me for my behavior, because I have an excuse! Yes! My excuse is that I'm an empty vessel of a gay misanthrope who has nothing to wake up to other than the thought of driving through ugly road contruction, only to arrive at work to see f***ed up graphic design files and insincere 'thanks for all your help' boxes of pastries to make it appear that things are alright!" Yeah, nothing brightens my day more than eating a Krispy Kreme with so much sugar that you go through 4 mood swings before Photoshop can save a 20MB file.
How's that for an excuse?! (That part before the doughnut rant)
And the sad thing is, I don't even know who I'm even mad at!!! That's the genius of corporate America. There is such a knotted intestinal blob of decisions and directives under the roof, it's sickening! Half the time when you think, "Damn, I'd like to kick somebody right up the ass!" that person could be walking right by you, or maybe the culprit is in Indonesia somewhere.
Oh, and our whole department is supposed to be moving to another floor somewhere. Why? Nobody can say why. It must be "National Not Make Any Sense Month" Wait, that's all year long. I almost get the sinking feeling we'll all pack up our crap and go up to that floor and have somebody say "Who the hell are you guys?" and we'll be all out of jobs.
Whatever, I'm tired of trying to predict that circus.
Martimmy, I wish you worked with me! I suffer from a strong sense of all the absurdity in our office, but I'm not articulate enough to put it into words. And it seems like few other people see it--or maybe they're just smart enough not to say anything about it. I need a smart and snarky co-worker to discuss these things with!
Oh, well. The pay is good and I enjoy the work. I haven't succumbed to groupthink, empty jargon, and being a drone after seven and a half years, so I guess I'm immune.
Awww.. sweetie..
I am sorry you are going through so much crap, but I certainly enjoy reading about it...
Too bad you can't publish this rant. It's GREAT...
Love,
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