Tuesday 15th August 2006
Today was far from a typical day in the line, yet there were some constants to remind me that I am working for a very substandard company.
Firstly we had a job that was the epitome of everything that was amazing about working at XXXX. We had the almighty task of sticking fitments to pencils. Not too arduous a task except that one we could render it so. The fitments (or the pencils) were not entirely compatible with each other. The job was completed by having several members of the line whittling away with tiny sharp blades. The work was finished satisfactorily I suppose. Then again, this lot are satisfied when anyone with a semblance of professionalism about them would not be.
The main gripe today was the performance (again) of Im-Ho-Tep. She does get on with her work, no doubt, but the problem lies with her distasteful personality. She is a lady who lives her life alone and strives to keep it that way. She wastes no opportunity in attacking (verbally) members of the line in a most vicious and unnecessary way. If an opportunity does not exist she will create one out of the ether. I am not a murderous man by any means, but I confess I do fantasise.
Fewer and fewer are taking her seriously. I did discover that she has been making some exceedingly suggestive comments of a lewd nature to Boris. As is usually the case, the mutterings are all about what would happen ‘next time’ she steps out of line. Why does there always have to be a ‘next time’? She is desperately in need of an ass-kicking. Thing is, she is so myopic, even after an apology (which is an unlikely scenario given her disorder(s)) she is most certainly going to revert to her customary obnoxious ways. I try to control myself and show some compassion towards a fellow human being who is clearly struggling with herself, but as my halo slipped a long time ago, I fight not to let rip.
The difficulty of working in this part of the UK is in dealing with the bigoted attitude of the locals. You see, if you are not a local, or the honourable exception of being from London, you are considered a lower form of life than the maggots in a deceased dog’s nose. I think it is fair to say that they would rather promote or even acknowledge an extremely thick yokel than a highly intelligent ‘grockel’. This is a cause of great concern for all those on the ‘outside’ as it were. If we were of a different colour they would be jailed for the egregious racism they display. Maybe I will push this as I head towards a new job or even redundancy. I welcome either option with open arms.
Today I proffered a solution to the problem of the ill-fitting fitments. As the idea came from me it was ignored and we proceeded to use a far less satisfactory and logical strategy. You know, you have to laugh, even though it isn’t at all funny.
During my time in this part of the UK I have noticed one thing: the locals love to run their stupidity up a flagpole and salute it on a daily basis. They are so proud of their ignorance and appalling manners. Fortunately they are being bred out and their despised ‘grokels’ are teaching them manners and dignity. If we fail, it doesn’t really matter. If one yokel learns ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ it will be all worth while.
Firstly we had a job that was the epitome of everything that was amazing about working at XXXX. We had the almighty task of sticking fitments to pencils. Not too arduous a task except that one we could render it so. The fitments (or the pencils) were not entirely compatible with each other. The job was completed by having several members of the line whittling away with tiny sharp blades. The work was finished satisfactorily I suppose. Then again, this lot are satisfied when anyone with a semblance of professionalism about them would not be.
The main gripe today was the performance (again) of Im-Ho-Tep. She does get on with her work, no doubt, but the problem lies with her distasteful personality. She is a lady who lives her life alone and strives to keep it that way. She wastes no opportunity in attacking (verbally) members of the line in a most vicious and unnecessary way. If an opportunity does not exist she will create one out of the ether. I am not a murderous man by any means, but I confess I do fantasise.
Fewer and fewer are taking her seriously. I did discover that she has been making some exceedingly suggestive comments of a lewd nature to Boris. As is usually the case, the mutterings are all about what would happen ‘next time’ she steps out of line. Why does there always have to be a ‘next time’? She is desperately in need of an ass-kicking. Thing is, she is so myopic, even after an apology (which is an unlikely scenario given her disorder(s)) she is most certainly going to revert to her customary obnoxious ways. I try to control myself and show some compassion towards a fellow human being who is clearly struggling with herself, but as my halo slipped a long time ago, I fight not to let rip.
The difficulty of working in this part of the UK is in dealing with the bigoted attitude of the locals. You see, if you are not a local, or the honourable exception of being from London, you are considered a lower form of life than the maggots in a deceased dog’s nose. I think it is fair to say that they would rather promote or even acknowledge an extremely thick yokel than a highly intelligent ‘grockel’. This is a cause of great concern for all those on the ‘outside’ as it were. If we were of a different colour they would be jailed for the egregious racism they display. Maybe I will push this as I head towards a new job or even redundancy. I welcome either option with open arms.
Today I proffered a solution to the problem of the ill-fitting fitments. As the idea came from me it was ignored and we proceeded to use a far less satisfactory and logical strategy. You know, you have to laugh, even though it isn’t at all funny.
During my time in this part of the UK I have noticed one thing: the locals love to run their stupidity up a flagpole and salute it on a daily basis. They are so proud of their ignorance and appalling manners. Fortunately they are being bred out and their despised ‘grokels’ are teaching them manners and dignity. If we fail, it doesn’t really matter. If one yokel learns ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ it will be all worth while.
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