Common sense says...
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lavandarlizard2...that nobody cares about my silly little anxieties. Therefore, you are hereby warned that this has nothing whatsoever to do with fics or writing or anything else fun.
I had a fit at work on Friday, and proceeded to spill my guts about everything I know or even *think* is wrong at the place where I work. And I did it to the visiting accountant from the parent company. The managing VP is out of town currently...
I'm not sure why I did it; maybe the correction tape was the last straw. Maybe it was the production guy on the phone again, begging one of our best customers not to leave; telling them that the latest fuck-up wasn't our fault (it wasn't *ours*, it was *his*) and begging for an extension on a delivery that's already three weeks late. Maybe it was listening to that same guy detailing a production schedule for the next week that is so frigging tight, it doesn't even allow for bathroom breaks. Maybe it was the supervisor who's more interested in which female he's getting into tonight than in doing his damn job. Maybe it was spending half an hour waiting on my receiver because they had him back in production to help them pull their damn chesnuts out. Or maybe it was just having the receiver come to me for help when everyone else found it just so fucking funny after they went in and changed the names on all his computer files. Maybe it was the two-hour-long cigarette/gossip breaks when the schedule doesn't allow for deep breathing.
I just don't know. But I'm quite sure I'll be repeating myself to the MVP when he gets back this week. I may be out of a job at that point... I just don't know about that either. I only know that for five months I've watched a collection of lazy, insufferable jackasses doing their best to screw this company into the ground, while at the same time trying to make themselves look like the saviors of the world, and I can't watch it any longer. The company watchdog, the pitbull-on-crack of a Tech/Regulatory Directory left last month. Her replacement is a weak, hesitant, can't-we-all-get-along wuss, who is letting the production guy screw him like a two-dollar whore. The production guy is a lying sack of shit who talked his way into a job that's beyond him, and now he relies on an officious asshole of a supervisor to cover for him.
Timecards get rewritten for the favorites, who get to set their own schedules. Lying is becoming the communication of choice, even to the point of lying to customers about what kind of quality testing is being done. And everyone is afraid of losing their jobs if they cross certain people.
Maybe I'm being naive or just plain stupid, but it's not supposed to be like that. You aren't supposed to be threatened and harassed for wanting the best for the company. I'm not really afraid of losing this job; I'm a temp, so I can always go somewhere else. But I like this company; I can see it becoming a real player in the industry with the right people in production and encouragement instead of threats being used to motivate people. I don't want to have to tell the MVP how fucked-up things are; he's a nice man, but they're playing him to the hilt, and eventually it'll be his neck on the block as well.
I fully expect that no one will believe me, though. I have no 'proof'; nothing that can't be explained and justified by the parties responsible. All I have is a nose for bad behavior and a highly suspicious mind.
I really hate the shallow end of the gene pool.
I had a fit at work on Friday, and proceeded to spill my guts about everything I know or even *think* is wrong at the place where I work. And I did it to the visiting accountant from the parent company. The managing VP is out of town currently...
I'm not sure why I did it; maybe the correction tape was the last straw. Maybe it was the production guy on the phone again, begging one of our best customers not to leave; telling them that the latest fuck-up wasn't our fault (it wasn't *ours*, it was *his*) and begging for an extension on a delivery that's already three weeks late. Maybe it was listening to that same guy detailing a production schedule for the next week that is so frigging tight, it doesn't even allow for bathroom breaks. Maybe it was the supervisor who's more interested in which female he's getting into tonight than in doing his damn job. Maybe it was spending half an hour waiting on my receiver because they had him back in production to help them pull their damn chesnuts out. Or maybe it was just having the receiver come to me for help when everyone else found it just so fucking funny after they went in and changed the names on all his computer files. Maybe it was the two-hour-long cigarette/gossip breaks when the schedule doesn't allow for deep breathing.
I just don't know. But I'm quite sure I'll be repeating myself to the MVP when he gets back this week. I may be out of a job at that point... I just don't know about that either. I only know that for five months I've watched a collection of lazy, insufferable jackasses doing their best to screw this company into the ground, while at the same time trying to make themselves look like the saviors of the world, and I can't watch it any longer. The company watchdog, the pitbull-on-crack of a Tech/Regulatory Directory left last month. Her replacement is a weak, hesitant, can't-we-all-get-along wuss, who is letting the production guy screw him like a two-dollar whore. The production guy is a lying sack of shit who talked his way into a job that's beyond him, and now he relies on an officious asshole of a supervisor to cover for him.
Timecards get rewritten for the favorites, who get to set their own schedules. Lying is becoming the communication of choice, even to the point of lying to customers about what kind of quality testing is being done. And everyone is afraid of losing their jobs if they cross certain people.
Maybe I'm being naive or just plain stupid, but it's not supposed to be like that. You aren't supposed to be threatened and harassed for wanting the best for the company. I'm not really afraid of losing this job; I'm a temp, so I can always go somewhere else. But I like this company; I can see it becoming a real player in the industry with the right people in production and encouragement instead of threats being used to motivate people. I don't want to have to tell the MVP how fucked-up things are; he's a nice man, but they're playing him to the hilt, and eventually it'll be his neck on the block as well.
I fully expect that no one will believe me, though. I have no 'proof'; nothing that can't be explained and justified by the parties responsible. All I have is a nose for bad behavior and a highly suspicious mind.
I really hate the shallow end of the gene pool.
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Date: 2004-04-17 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-17 09:07 pm (UTC)Those idiots can't keep their fucking hands off of *anything!*
I'm going to ask our IT guy to show him how to password his system. We all have user passwords, but SS apparently has access to the warehouse computer. Which means that all his little playmates do, too.
*sigh*
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Date: 2004-04-18 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-18 03:12 pm (UTC)And office politics is totally beyond me, which means I usually lose.
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Date: 2004-04-18 07:40 pm (UTC)