If there was one thing my parents loved, a hobby they cherished more than anything, it was probably chasing me around the house with a slipper, beating me around the head and telling me that I was in trouble. BUT, if there was a second thing, it was boating. Many a weekend they spent out … [Expand…]
What is WRONG with the lighting in this place? Not only are they cheap flickering garbage, but they don’t even produce a consistent amount of light. Doesn’t help that our office is slap-bang in the middle of the building, leaving us in a dark void with no natural light and no outside view. You lose … [Expand…]
Wonderful, so, that leaves us as the only office left in Sydney. The grand scheme to spread outside of Melbourne didn’t work out, so where there were once seven offices, they’ve been steadily shut down until it’s just us. At least the layoffs haven’t started yet here, but it’s only a matter of time. And … [Expand…]
Oh, so now Andrea has a company car. How nice for Andrea. No idea how she managed to score that one, since it’s not like we can suck up to bosses who do not exist. Suppose she must’ve done something good, because she seems to be the darling of the shadowy higher-ups. Just got sent … [Expand…]
So the shadowy bosses have spoken: we don’t get dental services in our employee package, and travel times are not compensated. Great. I just love working here, where the job changes every couple of weeks, the rules change with double the frequency and Debbie keeps stealing everyone’s parking space. I swear she makes the rounds … [Expand…]
So it only took about eight weeks of picketing, several letters to the boss and maybe even a few sneaky emails to the management. And then there was the multi-plug in the boss’ bed, which I hope sent the right message. It was supposed to be a message saying “let us have one of these … [Expand…]
I’m not saying I want to start identifying as a six-year-old or anything, but going back to childhood sure does sound super nice. I could go for it every now and then, what with the pressures of modern life and all. Or maybe they’re just the pressures of this particular office. Wouldn’t surprise me. Sometimes … [Expand…]
So today we got a mystery delivery of packages to the office, which had me instantly worried. Big, nondescript boxes with no proper information on the label. Absolutely anything could’ve been in there; maybe a bomb, or stacks of adult magazines, or a shipment of bananas that got lost in transit and is now mouldy … [Expand…]
Oh yes. Now I could get used to working for a client that does luxury accommodation, yes sir I could. See, this is why I took that client liaison position. Longer hours, more interaction with people and sometimes we have to travel outside the office to other offices in Melbourne: everyone said I was crazy. … [Expand…]
Antennas now. Really. Eh, I can work with it. Streaming and the internet and whatever might be pretty good, but I do love a bit of regular, home-grown, scheduled television. I never once downloaded ‘Fantasy’, I’ll have you know. I waited until it was on TV and watched it with the rest of the 50-year-olds … [Expand…]
