Comments prompted by another
arthwollipot posted a scary email from his work. It kinda prompted musings that were to big to politely fit within a comment.
Work culture.
What the fuck?
The sheer gall of people assuming that you want to be socially associated with them when you have to labour in their stinky presence all day anyway, when the only reason you don't tell them to fuck off is 'cos they're the one paying you, when your world views are so shatteringly divergent that you just don't open your mouth if you don't have to, 'cos you know they won't actually be able to (or want to) comprehend anything outside their tiny, tiny little world!
I had a quite sweet job at one point, at least for someone like myself who aspires to disrepute. Delivering papers at high speed, tossed arcing over the roof of my car, in the wee, wee, wee hours. Get up at 4am, be done by 7:30am, and get payed reasonably for my efforts. Like I said, sweet.
Except for the boss. Way 1950s dude. Italian. Divorced. The bane of his life, and the default topic of the obligatory smoko/bitch, was his junkie daughter. Oh woe, that he had been the only son to gift mama with a (shock! horror!) bad grandaughter.
This was one of those situations where I seriously kept my opinions to myself. I don't have the most shining opinions of the parental classes at the best of times, and I had no desire to hear this guy's family history, let alone comment on it.
So when he asked me what I thought, I probably shouldn't have answered, without considering what I said, "Not have kids".
I think that may have contributed to my "being let go" (another really sucky thing about work places - euphemisms), but hey, it was only a job :)
Work culture.
What the fuck?
The sheer gall of people assuming that you want to be socially associated with them when you have to labour in their stinky presence all day anyway, when the only reason you don't tell them to fuck off is 'cos they're the one paying you, when your world views are so shatteringly divergent that you just don't open your mouth if you don't have to, 'cos you know they won't actually be able to (or want to) comprehend anything outside their tiny, tiny little world!
I had a quite sweet job at one point, at least for someone like myself who aspires to disrepute. Delivering papers at high speed, tossed arcing over the roof of my car, in the wee, wee, wee hours. Get up at 4am, be done by 7:30am, and get payed reasonably for my efforts. Like I said, sweet.
Except for the boss. Way 1950s dude. Italian. Divorced. The bane of his life, and the default topic of the obligatory smoko/bitch, was his junkie daughter. Oh woe, that he had been the only son to gift mama with a (shock! horror!) bad grandaughter.
This was one of those situations where I seriously kept my opinions to myself. I don't have the most shining opinions of the parental classes at the best of times, and I had no desire to hear this guy's family history, let alone comment on it.
So when he asked me what I thought, I probably shouldn't have answered, without considering what I said, "Not have kids".
I think that may have contributed to my "being let go" (another really sucky thing about work places - euphemisms), but hey, it was only a job :)