Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 

Well, for those of you completely out of touch with, say, everything, it's 2008. And already things have managed to be buggered up to a point where I'm almost tempted to say, "Well, the year can only go up from here." But that's not entirely true, and really just invites disaster--not unlike your drunken buddies telling you to stuck a live octopus down your pants.

The good of it is that this doesn't involve customers. The about-as-good-as-that-Aeon
-Flux-movie is that it involves our Head Office changing a few key policies. Not that I can discuss any of these policies here, just to be on the safe side. But it is safe to say that at a point where employee morale might be reaching a tragic low, the corporate peaknuckles have handed us a figurative, live hand-grenade and are telling us that it's supposed to be missing the cotterpin.

I see revolt on the horizon, and I am saddened by the fact that this is neither surprising nor something I am entirely against. Provided I haven't had the chance to bail out prior to the exodus, yes it will be problematic with the inevitable staff turnover, but I do see why everyone would be ready to walk out. Hell, with everything Head Office has been pulling, it almost frightened me when, upon learning of the newly-installed policies, I was filled not with anger, or even rage, but plain and simple contempt.

The outrage I might have once possessed is long gone; this is something I didn't think they'd have the sheer audacity to pull off, but alas, they've almost gleefully proven me wrong. Now I know I cannot go into greater details for corporate confidentiality reasons, so here's a helpful comparison to the policy in question: I can only liken it to being beset upon by a horde of undead squirrels and having them sodomize you with the business end of a rusty bread knife. Sure, it makes for interesting conversational topics when you're together with friends, but that doesn't mean you want to have the scars that go along with the anecdotes.

Today may very well be a day that changes everything.

Let's hope that when the proverbial grenade goes off, I'm not the one holding it.

Labels: corporate lurv

posted by Phillip at 9:29 PM