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[Brentai]

Oh, I thought the padding was part of the costume.

...

That's a lot of Pepsi.

[patito]

Well, maybe if you'd stop spilling their drinks they would have tipped you more.

[Lottel]

I got promoted at work! I am now Front End manager. I am basically in charge of everything that's NOT the kitchen. And I'm in charge of everyone but other managers. That's kind of neat! I don't get a raise, per se, yet. But I do get $10 in free food a night. That includes my 25% discount. And my boss will buy my drinks when we hang out (which happens once a week or so.)

It's pretty nice. I mean, not a whole lot will change. it just means I'll have the authority to be doing things I've been doing anyway and now they'll stick. Before I'd do something and someone else would come by and undo it or I'd ask someone to do something and they'd not do it. Now I have the authority to say "I'm doing this. Don't mess with it." and they'll listen. It also means that I am now in a manager in the eyes of the computer. So that simplifies a lot of things for me.

It seems like just yesterday I thought I lost my job,

Oh. Wait. 

[McDohl]

You DID lose your job.

...and got shuffled upward!

[Mongrel]

"Ho ho!" boomed the erstwhile CEO, "It seems that one of my departments is up to some devilish shenanigans! Well, whatever shall I do about this?"

Briefly stricken, the CEO's consternation proved short-lived indeed, as he was struck by another brilliant idea. He knew it was a brilliant idea because that was the only kind of idea he ever had. "I've got it! I'll set another department on the first, pitting them against one another as one pits a Musketeer against a Cardinal's Guard! This will keep them both in check and my magnificent organization will triumph once again."

With an almost beatific satisfaction, he crossed off another line on his notepad and licked the tip of his pen. Some might say this was not necessary with a modern ballpoint pen, but he knew better than that.

The CEO wondered what it felt like to have a bad idea; he would have to try and have one deliberately sometime. Though not of course at work. That would just be silly.

[Lottel]

Alright. I've been sick all week. Not-able-to-get-out-of-bed sick. Vomit-if-I-move-to-fast sick. But today I was finally feeling good and woke up relatively early for me. I sat around and had a small, leisurely breakfast and remembered I worked lunch on Fridays. So I got ready and walked in. Waved to a few people, and clocked in. A few guys came in and I walked up to greet them and all that came out was "Gasp gasp squeek sigh." I cleared my throat and tried again. Words came out, but I sounded like a soft spoken asthmatic grandfather. 

I guess a week of sore throat and not speaking means I'm having a difficult time talking today. I sat two tables and they sent me home. And we have plenty of people tonight so I'm on call. Lucky. First time in... months? We've have had too many people scheduled.

I'd celebrate, but I can barely say "Yaaaaaay"

[R^2]

Manager told me on Tuesday I'd start training on the line. Schedule's posted and...  I'm in the dishpit. He's trying to work out Ronnie's schedule in the kitchen before he moves me up. 




No one at this company is named Ronnie.

[Mongrel]

Double-check that factoid (you'll look pretty silly if it turns out Ronnie is somebody's nickname, or a new guy got hired) and call him on it?

[R^2]

I'm assuming Ronnie is the new hire he's getting to take the position he promised me. Because that's what happened the other three times.

[Mongrel]

So they finally busted me for a particularly egregious fireable offense (I put through some orders on expired pricing, as the request of a Sales Rep, in case anyone is wondering).

We're gonna find out precisely how irreplaceable I am! If I was down in the states, I'd be out the door tonight. They outright refused to tell me if I was fired or not.

It's not all bad. If they fire me, I won't have to put up with my perpetually angry manager* and I got a coupon for a free 15 minute massage.


*I have some kind of curse that has dogged me at every company I've worked for for the past seven years: nearly everybody I deal with at the company loves me and my work (and no, I don't always go about as a company policy scofflaw), customers love me, everybody's happy.

EXCEPT, for my direct manager, for whom I can literally do no right.

And the manager has always been an angry middle-aged woman, and usually a single, red-headed cougar to boot (God, don't ask me WHY).

[Brentai]

Meanwhile, my middle-aged battleaxe of a manager told me on Monday she's pushing the paperwork to get me out of permatemp hell.  Yay!  Somehow I always get on the best side of my middle-aged battleaxe managers, which is a pretty useful side to be on.

Ever since then I've been tossed from one awkward situation where I literally had no information about what the hell was going on but everyone expected an answer from me to another, but that's not really related.  It's just the universe telling me that I can't take it easy :giantdeformedheadthing:.

[Mongrel]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure my current manager has some form of Asperger's or something similar. She's well known throughout the company for RAAAAGE and random blindly insensitive comments (like at one office party, she turned to an obese employee without warning and pretty much said "geez you are really fat, you know that?" in my case she once said I was a "totally uncreative person" because I ordered gray file folders. That actually made me laugh my ass off.).

In the meeting about it last night I told them straight up that I didn't say anything about it because she's always mad at me, even for the smallest dumbest things.

Of course sympathy from other quarters doesn't really help me in my current predicament, but it's nice to know that if I'm out on my ass tomorrow I'll have glowing recommendations from the entire Canadian sales force, including the national sales manager (The Stallion).

[Mongrel]

Hmmmm. I thought for sure I was getting fired, but now I'm not so sure.

They're going to a lot of effort to change bits and pieces of my file access permissions when they would just cancel it all in one stroke if I was being canned. I'm going to continue to assume they're just shuffling the deck chairs on someone else's Titanic (covering their ass during interim deliberations?), but we shall see.

The funniest part is that all the file access they've revoked so far was stuff I never used and didn't even know I had.

[R^2]

I'm due for a promotion next Tuesday again.

[Niku]

I've been waffling for something like the last year and I pretty much need to stop doing so.  Should I just put in my damn two weeks notice now or make sure I secure something else first?  I've got three or four months (at least) of money in the bank to live on, and I am basically miserable at the moment with my job.

[TA]

Do not quit your job until you have a replacement job.  That's just sense, even when the economy isn't terrible.

[Classic]

I'm going to advise you to do the same thing, if for no other reason to make your indecision worse. You fucker.

If you must be unemployed, have at least 6 months saved and be ready with your unemployment benefits paperwork.

[Brentai]

Oddly enough your sense of urgency tends to go away when you're not working, even though it's more relevant.

Human nature dictates that if you have four months of cash to live on, and you quit, you're not going to start looking for a job for four months.

Especially you, Procrastimaster.

[R^2]

Hey, I got "promoted"! It's one extra shift a week, doing prep work, at a practical pay -cut-.

[clutch]

Do not quit your job until you have a replacement job.  That's just sense, even when the economy isn't terrible.

Not only that, but job interviews are much easier for the applicant when his desperation isn't leaking through his pores like some fetid ooze. Send out your resume and suffer in silence at your current job until you find something new.