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May
23
May
Well not really. You see the company for which I work wants two people in my position in case someone gets beertrucked. Right now there is only yours truly so we have a company providing a body for backfill. The body they provided today would be better suited for landfill. The dude wore no less than a gallon of Brut 33! It was, quite literally, hard to breathe in my office. To top off the chemical warfare the guy doesn’t know what he should to be in front of clients. I wasn’t trying to be an ass but I went my boss and insisted on two things. First and foremost this guy doesn’t come back and they send someone who actually knows how to admin a Linux system. Secondly that they move out of my office and in to the office the new guy will be in. I was satisfied on both counts! I love this job.
19
May
Well it’s been a long damn time, again, and not I am trying to figure out where to start catching up and there doesn’t seem to be a good single place. So if this is scattered I ain’t apologizing.
My last job was fun and I generally liked everyone with which I worked but one day someone dug around the web and found my joking on Twitter about feeling “stabby” and took that right to HR who then looked around and saw me mention that the company meeting needed clowns and a midget (which I still insist that it did) and I got a talkin’ to at the end of which I had to promise not to say disparaging things about the company and not to be threatening to my coworkers via social media. This is all in spite of my never mentioning anyone with which I worked or even the company name. All they had was admission that it was, in fact, my Twitter feed that had been reported. This was also in spite of the fact the internal method of communications, a secure IRC solution known as SILC, was full of pr0n links and threats worse that someone feeling “stabby”. I left that meeting feeling violated to be completely honest. They had found 4 things in over 3,000 tweets that, taken completely out of context, could be even remotely upsetting to them and jumped on me over them. I felt like I had been ogled by a biker who had prison-bedroom eyes and wasn’t taking no for an answer.
My response was to lock down my Twitter feed and all but drop off of the internets for fear I might offend someone at work and have to go visit with HR again. It was probably overkill (better be careful using that word too) but it’s how I handled it. Without any outlet I got way stressed out and this spiraled out of control in to me not talking about anything to anyone.
Well one day I got a call from a friend about a job. A beautiful new job. A higher paying better job. So I took and left the old one behind. For the first time in my life I did it right. Proper notice, worked until my last day, made nice with everyone and didn’t once give a piece of my mind to anyone who might have deserved it. I am on my third week at the new gig and no-one here gives a damn about my blog or social media so I am starting to loosen the hell up and get back in the swing of things. As usual I won’t be mentioning my employer ’round these parts because I honestly think it is better that way but I am back dammit…
