Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
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captainsblog"Turn and face the strain," indeed.
Not that many changes for me, although the truly eagle-eyed here will notice I've finally begun revamping my journal's main page. I need to add some art, fix some links, and generally tidy up around the place, but one thing at a time.
Rather, the stress has been of the import variety- particularly for Eleanor.
She works in retail, selling mid-priced furniture, and that sector is getting battered about as badly as any these days, so the management descended yesterday to announce the imminent rolling of heads. These clowns learned their employee-relations skills from The One Minute Serial Killer rather than the better-known book written by his brother the manager, so they spent the entire day yesterday calling in the salespeople, one by one, to tell them that three of them would be laid off by the end of the day today.
They then did a similar rotation of bringing everyone through theabbetoir break room today, to inform the lucky winners of their choices. This left the entire staff on tenterhooks for two straight days, and Eleanor STILL hadn't received a straight answer from the Designated Chainsaw Operator by the time she was scheduled to leave today (to go to the second job she's had to take because the pay from the first one has been cut so much). Fortunately, one of the intermediary management-types clued her in that she'd been spared, so she got to leave on time and without blood from the whip on her slacks. But criminy! They've gone through dozens of schedule changes, compensation-package changes, marketing changes, each of them in hopes of altering the fundamental fact that they can't manage their way out of a paper bag and have no empathy for the plight of their employees from their lofty ownership perches.
So tell her, what does she win by getting to stay, Don Pardo?
That's right, we're planning to cut your hours on three days a week so we don't have to give you an (unpaid) half-hour lunch break, plus we want you to work 12 hours a day at least twice a week to make up for it (which will really cut down on your flexibility to work at any other job), and we're also looking into dumping our health care coverage (which you already pay close to 80 percent of for you and your family) in favor of a catastrophic-only plan (since, hey, that's the really important thing), plus we want you to come in for some additional random shifts on top of your regular schedule and, oh, did we mention that your 401K has tanked so we really don't want to contribute to that anymore (oh wait, WE NEVER DID).
Furnished by ::everybody says it together:: FUCKER AND FUCKER OF BEVERLY HILLS.
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As for the kid, she's been in pain for two days with an unspecified sore arm. She woke up with it in the middle of two nights ago, stayed home after getting no sleep that night, went back today after it improved some, and probably will be home and doctor-bound tomorrow since it now seems worse again.
At least our sprots teams aren't sucking. Yet.
Not that many changes for me, although the truly eagle-eyed here will notice I've finally begun revamping my journal's main page. I need to add some art, fix some links, and generally tidy up around the place, but one thing at a time.
Rather, the stress has been of the import variety- particularly for Eleanor.
She works in retail, selling mid-priced furniture, and that sector is getting battered about as badly as any these days, so the management descended yesterday to announce the imminent rolling of heads. These clowns learned their employee-relations skills from The One Minute Serial Killer rather than the better-known book written by his brother the manager, so they spent the entire day yesterday calling in the salespeople, one by one, to tell them that three of them would be laid off by the end of the day today.
They then did a similar rotation of bringing everyone through the
So tell her, what does she win by getting to stay, Don Pardo?
That's right, we're planning to cut your hours on three days a week so we don't have to give you an (unpaid) half-hour lunch break, plus we want you to work 12 hours a day at least twice a week to make up for it (which will really cut down on your flexibility to work at any other job), and we're also looking into dumping our health care coverage (which you already pay close to 80 percent of for you and your family) in favor of a catastrophic-only plan (since, hey, that's the really important thing), plus we want you to come in for some additional random shifts on top of your regular schedule and, oh, did we mention that your 401K has tanked so we really don't want to contribute to that anymore (oh wait, WE NEVER DID).
Furnished by ::everybody says it together:: FUCKER AND FUCKER OF BEVERLY HILLS.
----
As for the kid, she's been in pain for two days with an unspecified sore arm. She woke up with it in the middle of two nights ago, stayed home after getting no sleep that night, went back today after it improved some, and probably will be home and doctor-bound tomorrow since it now seems worse again.
At least our sprots teams aren't sucking. Yet.
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Date: 2008-10-22 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-22 02:59 am (UTC)On at least one documented occasion, THE best.
Yes, I'll take that prayer.
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Date: 2008-10-22 09:35 am (UTC)Hope kiddo feels better soon!
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Date: 2008-10-22 10:23 am (UTC)