(Business people) speaking a language familiar and dear to them. Its portentous nouns and verbs invest ordinary events with high adventure; executives walk among toner cartridges, caparisoned like knights. We should tolerate them - every person of spirit wants to ride a white horse.
-William Strunk Jr. (The Elements of Style)
The last place I worked, my role, by necessity, had to be the last step before any submission deadline. We received all of these deadlines months in advance.
Without fucking fail, the engineers on the team would wait until 0-6 work days before the deadline before sending me any markups with which to even start my work. Typically, these markups would contain anywhere from 2 to 6 weeks of work on my part.
Invariably, when I took this chronological conundrum to the project managers, their reply was some variation of, "I understand the difficulty but this deadline is set in stone. If you need to work overtime to get it done, I'm okay with that."
For my first year and a half, I would then proceed to work insane hours to get as much done as I possibly could.
Finally on one project, this got so bad that the engineers sent me markups literally the night before the shit was due. In the meeting the next day where we were supposed to review the submission (but for which I was preparing to explain to them why we wouldn't have any submission), instead, the project lead opens with, "Hey all, some of you have communicated to me that you're pressed for time on this, so we're going to push this deadline out by six weeks."
After that I never worked one more minute of overtime to meet a deadline for them.
I work in a factory and was just handed a shop order today that is a "rush" and set to be due tomorrow. The paperwork is handed to me before the product goes out to be coated so it's at least 2 weeks before I even see it to work on it...
"You were hired here on the basis of being a team player."
"And I put in exactly the hours required of me by the job description. You're the manager; if slack needs to be picked up, it's your responsibility to do so, not mine."
Wait they got monitors? I always had to salvage what I could for my own private junk pile or steal it from somebody when they left the company. And a desktop PC? Never in my life it's always fucking laptops because they want to make sure I can work from anywhere
It's actually a fast-paced and unpredictable environment. The job is about how fast you switch from playing games/browsing lemmy to look like you are working when the "management" passing by
As a dumb fuck factory schmuck I'd kill for that kind of fast paced! The only time I get to stop and sit on lemmy for a minute is when I'm in the bathroom lol
I'd love a cubical, at work we only had open spaces the last 15 years or so. It's so loud and distracting, I hate it. But the upper management always has their own individual office where they can just close the door.
"Yes, this is Glenn from very important global company, how may I help you? Okay, thank you for calling. I will need to check that with our local team in Barcelona. Oh, you know Anthony? Terrific guy. I'll get right back to you on that. If you have any more specific enquiries for our Barcelona team, you can contact them by logging into the web portal. Remember to check your email for the verification of your user registration which you will need to logon to our excellent online support service.
Can I help you with anything else today, sir? Have a pleasant day."
Turning to manager.
"We need to fire Anthony. Yes some dude called Anthony in Barcelona is causing customer contact. How am I supposed to make the daily EBITDA reports on time when my phone is ringing constantly?!"
Is that a page-feed scanner? Anyone that hands me a sheet of paper had better realize it's going to sit on my desk until the end of the day, and then get dumped in the recycling.
Yea, but that picture doesn't convey the thumping techno your cubeighbor has running constantly because I've got ADHD and that shit is serenity for me.
My first full-time job, I had the Creative Zen MP3 player, boasting 14 hours of playback and a gigabytes of storage. Looking back, the only way I made it through successfully was that device. And Napster et al. I'm sure. Long live thumping beats! (Thank you for listening to my talk).
I swear that I have worked in a place like this, all the way down to the stupid exposed ducts. This must be the corporate prison that our overlords have decided on.
Little did they know ... a courier will deliver a cell phone to this cubicle any minute and Morpheus is gonna call the moment they open the cardboard envelope