This just in from the “While You Were Out” department: Evidently I picked the wrong fucking day to miss because yesterday it was announced that the company will be restructuring.
And by restructuring, they mean eliminating job titles.
And by eliminating job titles, they mean instead of department heads there will now be departmental heads – departmental being their version of the plural “departments.”
And since the aforementioned departmental heads will be overseeing more than one department, that means that some people will be out of jobs.
But this is not a concern for worry, apparently — those individuals relieved of their duties as department heads will be offered new positions. At a reduced rate of pay, of course.
So as of today, I get the distinct pleasure and divine honor or re-applying for my fucking job after 2 decades.
Irritated? Oh just a lil.
Agitated? You fuckin’ bet ya.
Blood pressure feeling a wee bit like the third stage of a NASA space probe lift-off? Hells to the oh yeah.
Could somebody pass me the portable defibrillator…?
My old work place called it, “re-engineering”. Just another word for “dry fuck”!
By: penny on Tuesday, September 1, 2009
at 6:58 am
Sorry to hear that. They are doing that at my job too,,and we get the pleasure of doing our same “old” jobs to our glee of “minimum wage”! “But, bless our souls,,at least we have a job during these hard times”
Hope your feeling better physically today.
By: nikki on Tuesday, September 1, 2009
at 7:26 am
Where I work, they hate when I take a day off, particularly Fridays because that’s when they go around cutting and hacking people. I’m a harbinger of bad tidings I guess. One day I’ll be off when it’s my turn and like that guy on Office Space I’ll keep turning up and asking why I haven’t received a paycheck yet. Funny how this ugly side of capitalism never seemed to get mentioned at those incendiary townhall meetings.
So, have you called Tristan to apologize, explain the situation at work, use this as an example and tell him you need a massage with happy ending???
He love you long time.
My guy hasn’t talked to me since last night when I told him I didn’t want to buy his grandmother’s old (as in very very dated) house and live under a microscope surrounded by his family. This, too, shall pass. So much for getting inspiration from you!!! Just kidding, it had to be said.
Dirk says: …no, I did not call Tristan.
By: carlnepa on Tuesday, September 1, 2009
at 7:45 am
Unaccustomed as I am to posting on blogs, I didn’t realize I could go back to my original response and continue the conversation from there. Hence my posting below.
Call him, be big enough to admit you are human just like the rest of humanity.
Call him, please?
By: carlnepa on Wednesday, September 2, 2009
at 8:55 am
Wow! That place goes to hell in just one day, doesn’t it? I’m hoping you (at the very least) get your ‘old’ job or (at the most) get hired as the grand poobah of the place.
So I happened to get home early yesterday, just in time to see that Nick went to visit Sharon. And then an inmate went crazy and the place was put on lock-down. Any suggestions as to what they’ll be doing next? How predictable!!
By: catrina on Tuesday, September 1, 2009
at 8:00 am
When the economy improves, you need to move on to another place. If you don’t, you tacitly accept all the shit this one sends your way.
And what Carl said: have you called Tristan yet? AND HAVE YOU BEEN TO THE FUCKING DOCTOR!!??
Dirk says: …no. And I’m not going to.
By: Aaron on Tuesday, September 1, 2009
at 8:11 am
Definetly go to the doctor before your company decides to cut the insurance plan.
By: Sarah on Tuesday, September 1, 2009
at 10:20 am
Gloom, despair, and agony on Dirk. Deep dark depression excessive misery. If it weren’t for bad luck he’d have no luck at all!
Join the club, Dirk it’s called Murphy’s law club. Membership is in the millions and growing every day.
Ask yourself this: Is it better to worry over imagined illness or go find out what is wrong and get it fixed?
By: Ed on Tuesday, September 1, 2009
at 12:36 pm
Ed, it’s much better to worry over imagined illness. You just don’t have a sense about these things.
Dirk, that sucks. My husband’s company calls that action “adapting to scale.” They’re currently in round two of adapting to scale.
Good luck.
Has Tristan called you?
Dirk says: …yes, Tristan called. It was terse and lasted about 3 minutes.
By: javabear on Wednesday, September 2, 2009
at 5:47 am
Listen Buttercup – one reason you found yourself in the situation you were in PT (pre Tristan) is that you hadn’t found someone you could be intimate with. And there’s more to intimacy than nudity..Ummmkay??? It’s hard to open yourself up but that’s part of the deal. Jesus, it’s not like you cheated on him or he cheated on you or you have a love child with Tucker. You’re under a lot of pressure and stress at work, say it, apologize for any offense and enjoy the benefits of intimacy. Then it’s time for nudity.
By: carlnepa on Wednesday, September 2, 2009
at 8:51 am
Re-apply for your job after 2 decades? Man, that IS low. Sorry to hear it, and hope you find a way to cope so you can preserve your relative health.
By: Mark in DE on Tuesday, September 8, 2009
at 1:14 pm