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"When I was fifteen," writes No3L, "I curled up in a Budgens trolley while someone pushed it through the supermarket doors to nick vodka and Benny Hedgehogs, just to hang out with my brother and his mates."
What have you done to fit in?
( , Thu 15 Jan 2009, 12:30)
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I always wanted to be in management. I had the intellect and the wardrobe and most of all, the taste for a better salary and willingness to give, not take, orders. I found an employer that shared my philosophies, though he eventually retired. The new boss was a pleasant fellow but no management genius.
The company:
Management: dress professionally, work hard, get meager salary increases on a semi-regular basis.
Staff Do-Fuckalls: dress like tarts or hoboes, work as little as possible, get meager salary increases on a semi-regular basis.
Me: management. Relentlessly engaged in the mind-numbing fighting of the SDF and trying to get the other managers to maintain some work standard.
So I decided I wanted out and found it would better take a degree, like the one I hadn’t bothered to finish back when this type of job didn’t take a degree. So I went back to uni.
I took classes during my off hours, then took a few that qualified as “training” during work hours. Which they paid for. My 60-hour workweeks fell to 40 hours but management still worshipped me as their own shining example.
Then I found I could do much of my schoolwork at my desk during lunch and breaks. As the course load increased, I found I could do that during work, while on hold with the head office and whatnot. Then I found I could do the homework that related to my job. Then I found, what the hell, I could do my homework while waiting for IT or the other SDFs to complete their sections.
I soon finished my degree. The workload was good and the money got even better. I decided to go for an advanced degree, since the vast majority of employees have at least one. Though some of them are quite “special,” well, thought I, “if they can, I certainly can!”
Again I took classes and did homework during the workday. I dressed like a grad student, in whatever was semi-clean when I stumbled out of bed that morning, and finished my graduate degree requirements.
The workload got better and better and the money more fantastic. Now I do a fraction of the work I used to do, and I get paid a hefty salary to think and consider and issue opinions and recommendations. I still dress like a grad student.
So it seems that in order to fit in, I have become a Do-Fuckall.
Apologies for length. I post here, to numb my pain.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 9:19, Reply)
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