Those of us who aren’t insulting, idealistic fools have, of course, been through the wringer.
So, of the various screw jobs that have happened to you as an employee (which, of course, wouldn’t have happened, had you not been a lazy, low-IQ mouthbreather accoridng to our esteemed DuderDude2) would you love to see happen to our arrogant assmunch?
Personally, here’s my hope:
There I was, in my first profesisonal job. I was in a small (three-man) highly-specialized section of a large company’s IT center.
The department consisted of me, another guy, and The Old Master. There was, in all honest, about two and a half people’s worth of work in our section. Well, with three guys doing that much work, it was actually a nice and easy job.
But then our company buys another company, and THe Old Master has to spend the better part of six months working on that and only that. So, now you’ve got me and the other guy doing two and a half people’s worth of work. So, life is a little more stressful, a lot busier, and a whole lot less fun.
Well now, the other guy in the department gets engaged. As soon as that happens, he becomes totally fucking worthless. I mean, maybe an hour a day of actual productive work. So now, you’ve got me doing the work two and a half people. At this point I enter the realm of the Perpetual Bad Mood.
So, life goes on. The Old Master is busy doing the conversion from the buy-out. The other guy is doing piddly-shit service tickets. I am just finishing my department’s section of a multi-million dollar project, piddly-shit service tickets, and anything else that anyone needs done (because, of course, one guy was too busy, and the other too worthless…so I was the only person they could call who might be able to get it done for them).
One Tuesday, my boss asks me to come see him. We talk, and cutting out the various concealing bullshit, the main idea of the conversation is that he wants me to teach the other guy how to take care of the multimillion-dollar project (‘In case I call in sick one day or something’). I agree, leave his office, and turn around.
I go back into my boss’s office and ask him if I should be looking for a new job. He assures me that it’s nothing like that, blah blah bullshit, etc.
Thursday, of course, was my last day. Because, you see, a cut had to be made.
They had to make a cut, you see. And it had to be one of the three of us. They couldn’t get rid of The Old Master (till a few months later when he was done with that project and was then disposable), so it was done to me and the other guy.
But how did they make the decision?
Well, some asshole at another branch had looked at the total number of service tickets in the system and had seen that I had done less of them than the other guy.
They didn’t take into consideration the huge time-consuming project I’d been working on for months. They didn’t take into consideration that I was going complete system rebuilds while the other guy was swapping out floppy drives. They never asked any of the people in the local office what they thought.
Nope. X > Y, therefore Y is fucked.
Man, if only I hadn’t been some Welfare Queen who had no training and no viable skills. Because, as DD2 informed us all, if that had been the case I wouldn’t have been the one screwed. And if I bucked the odds and did manage to get screwed, well, I should have managed to have a new job within hours, right?
Shit, I was minimally employed (about 3 days a MONTH through Manpower) for the better part of a year. Two years later, and I’ve finally taken care of the debts my unemployment caused.
I hope something so sweet can happen to our little friend. Teach him his "value’ to a corporation.
-Joe