And here's a shot of the sign that greeted me as I tried to enter this god-forsaken building.
Yup. Because America was supposed to be CLOSED, assholes. The completely and utterly unwarranted self-importance exhibited by the people in charge of this company is fucking stunning.
At least we all knew that we weren't getting this day off, the same way we don't get Martin Luther King Jr. Day, Veteran's Day, Columbus Day, etc. But what this company likes to do is print out a calendar with all the holidays we have off and then renege on them days before said holiday arrives. You know, after plans have been made in advance. The first year I was here, we were given the day after Thanksgiving off. I refuse to work that day. It's the official kickoff to the holiday season and the day I allow myself to start eating way too many things in the name of sparing delicious desserts from going stale and being wasted. And after a day of marathon eating and drinking with my family, the last thing on my mind is going to work. So, less than a week before Thanksgiving, HR comes up to my office with their pre-programmed "sad/regretful" face to tell us that we do, in fact, have to come in to work the day after Thanksgiving. But they'll only be open for most of the day, and if you made plans and want to use your own time to take the day off, it won't be "frowned upon." Gee, thanks! How fucking nice of you! You dillholes are definitely being added to my Xmas card list for being so fucking generous! I will get you a most-throughtful fruitcake for this kindness!
They did the same thing Xmas Eve and then the day before the 4th of July. It was then that I realized that they were doing everything in their power to be total assholes. Halfassholes? Not they!
But then there was the time I volunteered to come in on Labor Day, something, I think, might be considered whoring myself out since I only did it for the time-and-a-half. Yes - this company was open on Labor Day. The day specifically created for giving rest to oppressed workers and recognizing them for their laborious efforts. But I needed the money, so like a dirty, desperate hooker, I went to work. That Saturday and that Monday. My job was to proofread an Excel spreadsheet for hours. Generally, when in this situation, a sentient human being seeks out something else at which to look for a short time, so I went on Facebook. My immediate boss/manager/supervisor/director superior/Mother Superior caught me since she sat a few feet away. So from a few feet away, she sent me an email.
I need to digress and talk about the sheer laziness exhibited by this place. We don't have a big office, our department. We can all see each other. We are in earshot of each other. We are certainly within walking distance. Yet some people will avoid leaving their desks at all costs and call people on the other side of a room or in the room next door and/or email them with passive-aggressive threats or short, work-related questions that could have been asked and answered in probably half the time it took to click over to Outlook, wait for it to settle itself on the shitty computer system, open up a new email, find a name in the contacts, think of a subject or decide to go without, type up a message, send it, and then wait for it to arrive minutes later. "Did you send this file to this person?" Wow. I usually just say, with my mouth and vocal cords, "Yes." Hey, lazyass - We're all right here.
Anyway, to avoid any confrontation or inconvenience on her end, my boss sent me an email: "While you are here, you are here to work, not check your email or look at Facebook." You know what? Fuck you. I came here on my own time, on a holiday weekend when nobody is supposed to work, to stare at your spreadsheets for hours, and now you're scolding me for having the nerve to look at something else for a few minutes? Fuck you. Make this job more interesting, pay me more money, stop stealing my holidays, and maybe I'll stop looking elsewhere to keep my sanity.
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