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I haven’t been to work for a week and a half organising the sickness benefit so I can quit, which I do today. It’s a long story.
You know the fumes I was talking about at work? Yeah, I started getting headaches, and I soon realised it was not my weekend drug taking or immense coffee intake that was causing them. A psychosomatic effect kicked in and the crazy mask wasn’t performing well enough, so that was my dash, my retrievals, my data management all gone and done with thank you very much busteroony toony.
I get an appointment at WINZ today. Fuck WINZ! If you’re a case manager you can burn baby burn because all this far right action, this tough love is sending you to hard to reach places. There is no ‘us’ in WINZ. There is just ‘I’. Admittedly there is also WIN, but that is irrelevant.
I get an appointment with my supervisor to quit and on WINZ’s guidance ask him if there’s anything else I can do at the company instead of my present position. He spends a little time thinking about it, I mustn’t have been a complete write off. I was sure he hated me after my enraged rant when he sent an official warning my way for attendance a while back.
I told him this company doesn’t value it’s employers… blah blah…everyone else has got headaches… blah… make me permanent instead of casual if you want me to show up every day… blah… I was angry but I wasn’t about to Erin Brockovich anything.
I have a lot and I mean a lot of reasons to hate the system right now. Yeah, that sort of talk never gets anyone anywhere. I’m reminded of Neil Roberts, the guy who planned to suicide bomb a WINZ office and / or Baycorp in Wanganui and somehow failed with his targets but still managed to blow himself up. They had a punk concert for him last year on the anniversary of his death. Imagine that’s how you die? It’s got to be worse than suicide.
I get upstairs to collect my pay check and see everyone and it’s bad, I can’t hide my leaving elation. Ria seems offended. Lynley doesn’t want to talk to me. Just like that everyone’s cold except Jose who I hadn’t really befriended.
So what are you doing now?
As soon as I mention headaches, Jan darts out of the room.
She probably thinks I’m lying.
I still feel okay about all this though, since Layna left in tears, two years + Jose was on her way out after she'd just recently received a 10 cent an hour pay rise and Jelly left the week before without telling a soul. The team had been desensitised to warped departures. Yeah, Jelly just stopped coming! No word to anyone. I think that’s pretty cool, I couldn’t do that.
Anyway I crack a few funnies but no one laughs and just as I’m leaving I see a cute little blonde thang, Jose’s replacement. If only Jose had left earlier! John the French guy seemed kind of neat too… we could have been the best of friends. Oh well.
Now at least I have 5 am bedtimes and afternoon window gazing. Losing myself online, and producing audio. But what the hell am I doing a month from now?
AND:
Ted passes me a couple of pages that he’s written and printed out for the employees of Sundings, the outdoor garden product warehouse where he works, to proofread. Management has made him a staff representative of Sundings nationwide, flew him to Auckland last week for a meeting. The pages are abbreviated points of that meeting.
Ted.
Yeah?
There’s a couple of spelling mistakes… Here and here.
Oh.
And this thing about the Christchurch staff being the jewel in the crown of Sundings nationwide?
Yeah?
That’s a bit fuckn weird don’t you think?
No. We are.
Oh.
We are the jewel in the crown of Sundings nationwide.
Okay.
I sit down to watch more of Nightline. Ted appears.
You know, last week we got 295% more than the projected sales, not 5, not 10% more, 295% more.
Oh, wow, yeah you’re like a diamond. A freshly cut diamond.
The printer runs out of ink and he can’t print anything.
I help him send an attachment to himself so he can open and print it out at Sundings.
You know the fumes I was talking about at work? Yeah, I started getting headaches, and I soon realised it was not my weekend drug taking or immense coffee intake that was causing them. A psychosomatic effect kicked in and the crazy mask wasn’t performing well enough, so that was my dash, my retrievals, my data management all gone and done with thank you very much busteroony toony.
I get an appointment at WINZ today. Fuck WINZ! If you’re a case manager you can burn baby burn because all this far right action, this tough love is sending you to hard to reach places. There is no ‘us’ in WINZ. There is just ‘I’. Admittedly there is also WIN, but that is irrelevant.
I get an appointment with my supervisor to quit and on WINZ’s guidance ask him if there’s anything else I can do at the company instead of my present position. He spends a little time thinking about it, I mustn’t have been a complete write off. I was sure he hated me after my enraged rant when he sent an official warning my way for attendance a while back.
I told him this company doesn’t value it’s employers… blah blah…everyone else has got headaches… blah… make me permanent instead of casual if you want me to show up every day… blah… I was angry but I wasn’t about to Erin Brockovich anything.
I have a lot and I mean a lot of reasons to hate the system right now. Yeah, that sort of talk never gets anyone anywhere. I’m reminded of Neil Roberts, the guy who planned to suicide bomb a WINZ office and / or Baycorp in Wanganui and somehow failed with his targets but still managed to blow himself up. They had a punk concert for him last year on the anniversary of his death. Imagine that’s how you die? It’s got to be worse than suicide.
I get upstairs to collect my pay check and see everyone and it’s bad, I can’t hide my leaving elation. Ria seems offended. Lynley doesn’t want to talk to me. Just like that everyone’s cold except Jose who I hadn’t really befriended.
So what are you doing now?
As soon as I mention headaches, Jan darts out of the room.
She probably thinks I’m lying.
I still feel okay about all this though, since Layna left in tears, two years + Jose was on her way out after she'd just recently received a 10 cent an hour pay rise and Jelly left the week before without telling a soul. The team had been desensitised to warped departures. Yeah, Jelly just stopped coming! No word to anyone. I think that’s pretty cool, I couldn’t do that.
Anyway I crack a few funnies but no one laughs and just as I’m leaving I see a cute little blonde thang, Jose’s replacement. If only Jose had left earlier! John the French guy seemed kind of neat too… we could have been the best of friends. Oh well.
Now at least I have 5 am bedtimes and afternoon window gazing. Losing myself online, and producing audio. But what the hell am I doing a month from now?
AND:
Ted passes me a couple of pages that he’s written and printed out for the employees of Sundings, the outdoor garden product warehouse where he works, to proofread. Management has made him a staff representative of Sundings nationwide, flew him to Auckland last week for a meeting. The pages are abbreviated points of that meeting.
Ted.
Yeah?
There’s a couple of spelling mistakes… Here and here.
Oh.
And this thing about the Christchurch staff being the jewel in the crown of Sundings nationwide?
Yeah?
That’s a bit fuckn weird don’t you think?
No. We are.
Oh.
We are the jewel in the crown of Sundings nationwide.
Okay.
I sit down to watch more of Nightline. Ted appears.
You know, last week we got 295% more than the projected sales, not 5, not 10% more, 295% more.
Oh, wow, yeah you’re like a diamond. A freshly cut diamond.
The printer runs out of ink and he can’t print anything.
I help him send an attachment to himself so he can open and print it out at Sundings.