Big Brother and Me

Warning: The following post is a short rant about my day at work. Read with caution and don't ask questions because I can't expound. Big Brother has already gotten a hold of me and has removed much of my brain -- or at least my ability to be a free-thinking individual.


Resistance is futile


"You need to understand that one wrong word can wipe out an entire year of busting your a**."
My Boss

I hate the politics of work!

Why can't you just do your friggin' job and be done with it!? AND why can't the people who's toes you accidentally stepped on come to you personally and confront the situation!?

I personally think that all the conflict resolution guidelines that are set in place by the human resources department are just for show. The reality is that there isn't any resolution and any and all situations can and will come back to bite you in the tush! God forbid we actually talk to one another and deal with the disagreements person to person. Nope! Let's wait until annual review time. Let's let them think that all is well. No, no, that all is great and that they are doing a bang-up job. Then *insert evil laugh here* let's kill 'em with rumors and vague, plausibly deniable comments that were overheard by some one else and discipline reports that exist but without their knowledge. Let's lower the boom on those unsuspecting fools because that is oh so much more fun to watch them writhe and sweat under the pressure!

So, put on that happy face and be careful what you say for Big Brother is watching and in one fell swoop will ruin your day.

Thanks for letting me vent, folks. If you don't hear from me for awhile its because Big Brother has killed me and stuffed my body somewhere deep within that piece of crap corporate sculpture out front.