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Rant VIII: The Reckoning
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Exactly what I'd have said.
I appreciate that. We've been so busy cleaning up and situating that I haven't had time to sort out my feelings or really be sure the other rats are doing okay.
I'm still working on my Boxing Day migraine. FML. I had another doctors appointment today and he is trying me on something else. So of course both kids were sick from school and I had to drag them to work for a few hours and then to my appointment for that and another regular treatment. I love my children dearly but they cannot grasp the please be quiet mummy's head is being pried open by rusty pliers or whatever tool is right for the job. Non stop squealing/yapping/droning until I finally lost my shit at the drugstore. So to the randoms there I look like mother of the year.
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Fucking bitch cake with asshole frosting! Don't undermine me in front of my students!
A teacher with terrible principals...
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Ok, at this point, if we weren't dealing with people's lives and careers, this would be fucking comical. So fucking hilarious, in fact, that I'm now committed to riding this bitch into the ground like Slim Pickens - not unpreparedly, of course, and not because I feel like I owe my managers a damn thing, but because I love the workers and they deserve someone who cares about them.
We have now progressed to the point that there is one vendor that will sell to us without us jumping through a ridiculous amount of hoops, and that ends at the end of the month. We are out of paper for our printers. Our plotters don't work (we can't pay to have them serviced), so we're limited to printing on 11" x 17" paper from our main printers, but we're out of that too, so we just really can't print anything. We are no longer bonded, or insured, and we didn't pay for our certification, so we're no longer licensed. Because we're no longer insured, we can't bill for anything that we've built, but not yet delivered; because we're no longer bonded, we can't install anything to bill for it; and because we're no longer licensed, we can't build anything for California, southern Oregon, or parts of Washington. So, you know, our entire market. We're down to 10 pots worth of coffee, we're out of plastic cutlery, we're out of paper towels for the restrooms, the shop has no shop rags (but at least we got the dirty ones picked up so they're no longer a fire hazard), and we'll be out of toilet paper by the end of the week. How can a company that can't afford toilet paper afford parts and materials, you ask? Ha! We can't. We have work that we could send to the shop the rest of the week, but unless we can literally steal some material from some of our vendors, we can't do it.
We have now progressed to the point that there is one vendor that will sell to us without us jumping through a ridiculous amount of hoops, and that ends at the end of the month. We are out of paper for our printers. Our plotters don't work (we can't pay to have them serviced), so we're limited to printing on 11" x 17" paper from our main printers, but we're out of that too, so we just really can't print anything. We are no longer bonded, or insured, and we didn't pay for our certification, so we're no longer licensed. Because we're no longer insured, we can't bill for anything that we've built, but not yet delivered; because we're no longer bonded, we can't install anything to bill for it; and because we're no longer licensed, we can't build anything for California, southern Oregon, or parts of Washington. So, you know, our entire market. We're down to 10 pots worth of coffee, we're out of plastic cutlery, we're out of paper towels for the restrooms, the shop has no shop rags (but at least we got the dirty ones picked up so they're no longer a fire hazard), and we'll be out of toilet paper by the end of the week. How can a company that can't afford toilet paper afford parts and materials, you ask? Ha! We can't. We have work that we could send to the shop the rest of the week, but unless we can literally steal some material from some of our vendors, we can't do it.
I hope that you're looking for a new job! That's just awful.
Your workplace stories started out funny, then moved to infuriating, then downright tragic, and now they've looped back to funny in a sort of dark comedy fashion.
You need to be looking out for you, and no one else at this point. Otherwise, you may end up holding the bag when the real ones responsible for this mess start looking for their own way out.
You want to look out for the underlings? Tell them to run like hell while you're tying your own sneakers. If you don't, you're going to end up with their shoeprints on your back.
You want to look out for the underlings? Tell them to run like hell while you're tying your own sneakers. If you don't, you're going to end up with their shoeprints on your back.
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Well, it looks like this may be a moot point now. We have an all company meeting tomorrow morning. Semi-secretly-ish I've been told that we can't pay health insurance and it's going to be canceled for all of our employees, and we're not going to be able to make payroll next Friday.
They've got so much money stuck into production that they can't back down right now, either. They're still mining tar sands oil like there's no tomorrow even though it's second rate product and costs a lot more per barrel.
Still, human capital is the first thing jettisoned when companies can't please their investors or potential buyers...
The irony of this is that even if the shale business goes bust, it only goes bust for NOW. Eventually the Saudis aren't going to be able to sell oil this cheaply anymore (like when that war they are preparing for springs...) and then it's right back to shale production unless alternatives prove cheaper.
I'm so glad I got out of the other hotel where the lack of construction and drilling rooms was OUR FAULT at the front desk, and not because those projects ended.
So I ended up at a place where those rooms are an even bigger part of the business.
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It's also a very cyclical thing. The oil economy tends to self-regulate like this. Oil goes up, companies overinvest and generally make stupid decisions trying to squeeze out the last penny, and then it goes bust and they have to trim the fat. Part of it is that all that investment yields results. You get better techniques for milking the earth, and then there's too much cheap petroleum. Competition heats up, someone drops the bottom out to "compete", and then oil recession.
I know it'll mean jobs and all that, but I wouldn't necessarily be disappointed to see the oil industry replaced by something a bit less destructive. Coal, too.
--Patrick
We have too many underdeveloped countries that will eat all the oil they can get if we ever drop consumption to think that oil will not be drained to the last possible drop.
Hey now! Candle makers and horse buggy carpenters are industries too big to fail and too important not to subsidize!
I fully expect these coal towns to get bought out and turned into factory cities about the time coal becomes worthless. There is literally nothing else to do with them, other than abandon them. I know that this scares a lot of the coal people but the only reason people lived there was to mine coal and die. This needs to change.
Went and got some vending machine snacks to get me through the afternoon, and on the elevator ride back a professor made this comment: "It's a bit contradictory to study T2D and obesity and eat that junk."
What a dick.
What a dick.
Tell him, "Then give me a banana, asshole."
Be real careful about enunciating that comma though. You don't wanna be asking for a banana asshole. Whole other thing.
MMmmm banana assholes.
I'm okay with that.
Should've responded, "Now, now. You know as well as I do that it's not the food but the quantity that is hazardous to your health. For instance, if the quantity of your hassling me increases, your health could suffer."
--Patrick
Consider the philosophical and metaphysical ramifications of the...
Banana, banana, banana!
Banana, banana, banana!
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In between these two statuses he called in sick to work with a "stomach virus and migraine."
In between these two statuses he called in sick to work with a "stomach virus and migraine."
I guess the diagnosis will be a chronic case of the "unemployed."