you know what's awesome?
this is awesome:
i keep a business card from everyone that leaves the company for whatever reason (fired or quit at this point), they go in a little sleeve by department. It's not mean spirited, nothing bad is said about any one in the collection in retrospect. The sign on the front of it said "{Company Name} who? Never heard of 'em," it was jokingly referred to as the Wall of Shame. I generally asked the person directly for a business card and they knew what it was for. Generally when ever it was mentioned it was more of a nostalgia thing than anything else.
Well now TWICE the same person has complained about it... I don't know who it was, but both times, instead of talking to me about it directly they went to my boss. The first time I was told to just take it down off the wall, this time I was told to get rid of it and not do it anymore. If they would have talked with me directly the need for a second time could easily have been averted.
I'm really fucking stoked that people a) get upset enough to complain about something like that, and b) are to fucking pansied about the whole thing so as to make it something that my fucking boss has to intervene in. So now, despite not being the only one who ever does or says anything that is less than perfectly appropriate, I am, again, the bad, incorrigible seed who is unmanageable, rude, inconsiderate, immature.... etc.
Whatever. The wall has been dismantled, it's component paper pieces recycled, it's component plastic piece put where they came from for re-use. One more aspect of why it was kind of alright still to work here skewered and left to die. I think I'm done talking at work unless it's strictly business related and anytime someone says something off color, of minor offensive, or directly making fun of me or any decision I make in my life (being vegetarian, not voting, etc) even if they are joking I'm going to complain about it directly to their manager with out talking to them about it first... apparently that's the way things are done in the real world. Every day it's a little less than tolerable.
i keep a business card from everyone that leaves the company for whatever reason (fired or quit at this point), they go in a little sleeve by department. It's not mean spirited, nothing bad is said about any one in the collection in retrospect. The sign on the front of it said "{Company Name} who? Never heard of 'em," it was jokingly referred to as the Wall of Shame. I generally asked the person directly for a business card and they knew what it was for. Generally when ever it was mentioned it was more of a nostalgia thing than anything else.
Well now TWICE the same person has complained about it... I don't know who it was, but both times, instead of talking to me about it directly they went to my boss. The first time I was told to just take it down off the wall, this time I was told to get rid of it and not do it anymore. If they would have talked with me directly the need for a second time could easily have been averted.
I'm really fucking stoked that people a) get upset enough to complain about something like that, and b) are to fucking pansied about the whole thing so as to make it something that my fucking boss has to intervene in. So now, despite not being the only one who ever does or says anything that is less than perfectly appropriate, I am, again, the bad, incorrigible seed who is unmanageable, rude, inconsiderate, immature.... etc.
Whatever. The wall has been dismantled, it's component paper pieces recycled, it's component plastic piece put where they came from for re-use. One more aspect of why it was kind of alright still to work here skewered and left to die. I think I'm done talking at work unless it's strictly business related and anytime someone says something off color, of minor offensive, or directly making fun of me or any decision I make in my life (being vegetarian, not voting, etc) even if they are joking I'm going to complain about it directly to their manager with out talking to them about it first... apparently that's the way things are done in the real world. Every day it's a little less than tolerable.