Corporate Enemy
Boy, am I in a foul mood today. Blonde Moment, everybody’s favorite temp, was laid off Friday, sending the quality of life around this office plummeting to -236 degrees. Apparently, the budget was moaning and groaning under the strain of paying her three peanuts per hour. Amazing – that two-bit bean counters have more control over who gets hired and fired than the big bosses do. Although it helps if that two-bit bean counter is married to the big boss, doesn’t it?
This plant has increased its staff in every department due to increased volume and stricter environmental regulations, but in my office, where the paperwork has tripled, people are being laid off. So who’s doing all this paperwork now? Solo mio. Yours truly. You’re reading her right now.
Yes, Bill the Cat, I’m very, very bitter. And if you’re looking for me, I’ll be buried under all this paperwork, sulking.
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