Work: April 2004 Archives

As I reported last week, Employee #1 is being shown the door. Her farewell dinner is tonight. Almost half the company will be attending. That's quite an honour, I would say.

Actually, I was in a meeting to learn about the American mortgage industry, and how it all works. I was sincerely interested, as it does relate to my job right now. But I have a problem that whenever there is a meeting with more than, say, four people in it, I just can't stay awake. I try so hard to stay awake, but eventually, you'll see me shaking myself awake, recoiling as if from a terrible stink.

My company is funny. Most lay off new employees and keep old ones. But not this company. In the last four and a half months, they have laid off one who was here for five years, another who was here for four. Another four or so up and left. And this is a small company.

Today they let go an employee of eight years. Employee #1, actually. The very first. They no longer had a role for her, so rather than shuffle her off some place, they let her go. Sad for my group, as we relied on her for lots of things, and there is no one to replace her. Likely there never will be. And she was quite hot. Quite.

But she's a hero, really. She's bound to get a killer severance, and she has the rest of the spring and maybe the summer to putz around and look for options. She's in a better position than I was last summer when I got the axe. I was envied by everyone I knew.

At this rate, I should be one of the last to get it. Whooo-hoo.

I have no intention of doing a lick of work today.

Last Wednesday as I was leaving work, I had a sense of dread.

My counterpart and I, Ned, were to have a meeting with our boss to discuss goals, objectives, blah blah blah. And then at the last minute she cancels and tells us that we are to have individual meetings instead.

I would like to define the term "Marketing Women". This definition will expand as I remember every detail of why I can't stand them.

Marketing Women don't actually have to be in marketing, and they don't have to be women, but they tend to be in that general domain. They are office workers who are very professional, well-dressed and all around nice people. They also do not like direct confrontation whenever there is a problem. Rather, they would go over your head and not get their hands dirty.

Wait, did I say "problem"? Silly me, I meant "challenge".

There appears to be someone here at work that I fear will ask me out soon. This is not good. I'm in a relationship right now, but even if I weren't, there are major issues with this. I used to work with Rose, but we avoided any extracurricular activity for as long as we could because these types of things are just too sticky. There's an expression for this: Don't shit where you eat. What a sick expression.