Not a Good Plan, Man...
I received an email from Big Boss today, which began with congratulations. Why? It seems that I was chosen for an upcoming...duty. Said duty was described somewhat in detail, and the email ended with "c'mon, Renn! It'll be FUN!"
The truth is, said task is neither something fun nor something deserving congratulations. It is, in essence, a large bucket of "Dance, Monkey, Dance!", and I have apparently been thrust the smallest straw. [Notice that I did not use the phrase "drawn the smallest straw", as I know how interoffice bullcrap works. I never would have volunteered for this.]
Within the next few weeks, I am being sent to the Dark Forces of our parent company to, in essence, justify Destrukto's existence and explain why we operate the way we do. I'm fairly certain that Big Boss is on the verge of an aneurysm erupting. Seriously. Does he not recall the past year with me? Or the past TEN, for that matter? Am I really the person he wants there? Dude must want us all to be fired.
To top it all off, I am not talking to someone who does what I do. Nope, not even close. I am talking to computer programmers. [People who know me in real life are crying from laughter now...]
I am also pretty sure I am smack in the middle of a raging case of PMS. I generally either get sick or mean, people. Know what? I'm feeling pretty good these days...
I hope the CP they send me wears a cup; he will probably need it.
The truth is, said task is neither something fun nor something deserving congratulations. It is, in essence, a large bucket of "Dance, Monkey, Dance!", and I have apparently been thrust the smallest straw. [Notice that I did not use the phrase "drawn the smallest straw", as I know how interoffice bullcrap works. I never would have volunteered for this.]
Within the next few weeks, I am being sent to the Dark Forces of our parent company to, in essence, justify Destrukto's existence and explain why we operate the way we do. I'm fairly certain that Big Boss is on the verge of an aneurysm erupting. Seriously. Does he not recall the past year with me? Or the past TEN, for that matter? Am I really the person he wants there? Dude must want us all to be fired.
To top it all off, I am not talking to someone who does what I do. Nope, not even close. I am talking to computer programmers. [People who know me in real life are crying from laughter now...]
I am also pretty sure I am smack in the middle of a raging case of PMS. I generally either get sick or mean, people. Know what? I'm feeling pretty good these days...
I hope the CP they send me wears a cup; he will probably need it.
posted by rennratt at 7:55 PM
8 Comments:
Ummm... people that work with computers a lot are people too... just sayin...
Boy... I would love to be a fly on the wall during your ummm.... explanation of how things work.
Did you set up a date with the punching bag?
Erm... I'm a computer programmer and I've never had any trouble understanding you. then again, we don't work together, so...
I pity the fools.
Someone is getting their feelings hurt and I bet $20 it's NOT YOU! LOL. :-)
When you put the bean counters or computer programmers in charge, nothing good can come of it.
Introduce 'em to reality. If it takes a couple of kidney punches to get them there, so much the better.
You should start your own company, call it Indestrukto and drive 'em out of business just by not doing what they do.
Maybe you could use your meeting as a recruiting session to get their best and brightest disgruntled workers to join you!
Hey. Good luck with that.
Yep, good luck with that!
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