Well, it’s Monday again. The Friday of my work week. My job is a strange thing. Unlike any of my past jobs, I don’t take anything home with me. Due to the fact that we’re open 24/7/365, once I punch the clock, it’s unlikely that I’ll have to deal with an issue again. That is, I don’t come in to find 10 issues from yesterday that no one has dealt with because they’re “my problem.”
That said, I have no real responsibility. My presence means nothing, and aside from a note on some report somewhere, I figure it’s unlikely that anyone would notice if I didn’t show up. The company is too big, too disconnected. We use a webpage to queue our selves for breaks.
That’s not to say that it’s a bad company. On the contrary. The company seems to care about it’s employees, as much as a company can and be profitable. The free meals, the break room with all sorts of distractions and diversions, etc.. However, once you get to a certain size, you lose track. I have just already grown sick of the cubicle city; the time clock punching; of the ticket quota.
Still, it’s a far departure from the land of World Class, where the management treats it’s employees like some sort of indentured servants. Probably the wrong way to say it. Suffice it to say, my short time there left me somewhat jaded with how employers treat their staff.
That’s not to even mention Turbochargers.com, where I’m still trying to get my tax documentation correct so I can file my return. David likely has never given a shit about any one of his many employees over the years, and he wonders why he can’t keep any of the good ones. No one wants to work for someone who’s attitude is a cancer to those around him.
My mood and general disposition improved so much when I left there. I was such a more pleasant person to be around, in general. I was content at RAD, even as I saw how they treated their other employees, because it wasn’t me. It’s easy to be apathetic about a situation when it doesn’t directly affect you. You can walk the halls, and ignore the bodies of the fallen comrades that litter your path. When the money is coming in, of course. Life is cheap. Content to use partying and decadence as a diversion to the issues at hand.
I find myself in the worst financial shape of my admittedly short life, with very little in prospects.. I stand here, sit here, ponderous. What lies in wait? What’s next?
