Apologies for the moodiness today, but I need to rant here, so brace yourselves.
2 weeks ago, my IT guys sent a company wide message: No streaming audio allowed henceforth. Ok, no problem, I can deal with that, I can bring in my MP3 player even though this means I won't be up on the leading edge of indie rock during the week. I later learned that this is the humpy emailing puzzle retard's fault. Apparently she got the bright idea to do it herself, but she lacked speakers. So she goes to the IT guy and asks him for speakers, he says "what for?". She says so I can listen to the radio online. He says well you're not supposed to be doing that. She says why not, so and so does it (another co-worker who also cannot stand LL). Then the email went out, no more streaming audio.
But that's just the start of it. A day later, I try to get onto Facebook. Denied access by Barracuda firewall - Social Networking. I try Youtube (so I can do my Friday videos). Denied. (When embedded in a blog, it shows up as an empty space.) Red Sox Nation Ning, Flickr, livejournal. Denied. Denied. Denied.
Bastards.
But here's the kicker. I missed a company wide meeting on Wednesday while in New York where the CEO announced - after over 9 months of planning that the office would relocate from 35 miles away to the next town over from where I live - that we would not be moving the office due to our numbers not being met and the current economy being the way it is.
This totally blows because I've been anticipating it and it would help out a number of us that live in the more urban area from having to drive to the Mad River Valley. Carpooling isn't working out as well as I'd like it to although it seems that more of an effort is going to be made and HR is going to restart an effort in coordinating a vanpool, of course they're reluctant to pay for or subsidize it at all. But they've been doing that whole song and dance since they've been anticipating the move and courting more commuters from Chittenden County. Now that gas is about 3.50 a gallon give or take a couple pennies, it's really starting to hurt so much so I'm seriously considering leaving the company, I've already started looking online. When I started working there, I was just a newly married guy. Now with a child, I would really like to be home more with Sierra instead of the added commute time.
What was also disturbing was when it was announced, the local townies, one of them my manager were high-fiving and celebrating - how rude and inappropriate. She said and did a couple of other things which were also rude and inappropriate, and that really bothers me.
I wish I could be like Peter Gibbons of Office Space: "I don't think I'm gonna go anymore."
To finish, since it's Friday, get your Doc Martens on 'cause we're going back to 1994 and doing some moshing with Nine Inch Nails. To sum up: it just about sums up my day.
Oh Boy! Another Bubble Tea Joint!
2 years ago
6 comments:
Stephen,
Sounds like you had a pretty rough week, my man.
Hopefully you can enjoy the weekend and take solace in my average gas bill per month; $850.
I'm thinking of selling a kidney.
Sorry dude,
A lot of complanies are moving around and than hiring people at much less, because they can.
I have known a few people that has happened to.
And when you have a little one to think about, it's extra stressfull.
Hope things work out in the end.
Hey, never apologize for ranting -- so says the guy whose blog is called "David'Z RantZ -- because it's your blog. You can write about anything you want. You're the boss, the king, the god (with a small "g," keep it humble), the overlord... Even IANO's rules don't count (or my blogs would have to be a lot shorter)! Remember those immortal words, "F**k 'em if they can't take a joke!"
Anyway... I hated my last job, and luckily I was independent enough to just say "Sorry, this is NOT what I wanna do when I grow up." Hope your own situation is resolved soon.
Grrrr... Just grrrr.
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CRAP!
Very bollocky for you.
I'll bung you a few more macaroons but I'm out of coffee. Will hot chocolate suffice?
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