Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Boosting The Moral
You know, I’ve worked in corporate America and I know all about those stupid “team building” exercises and all that total horse shit that’s supposed to pump up the moral, bring about good feelings towards each other and the company and then everyone will be friends and the company will explode in to this huge, multi-billion dollar industry....bleh.
They’re usually a total fucking waste of time with a bunch of managers talking down to employees about “no I in team” and “9 yard lines” “bottom lines” and a whole bunch of other boring crap that most people don’t care about. If the people are really good at it, they might actually make you feel something for about 5 minutes-could be indigestion-before everything goes back to normal and Suzie in the cube next to you has returned to her former bitchy self.
In other words, bosses don’t appear to listen very well and wonder why moral is so low all the time. I think I should start a new series here at Serenity’s Journal called, “What the fuck NOT to do if you are the boss”.
Let’s take current events as an example.
If you were paying attention, which you probably weren’t, you will have noticed that I just got done working 10 days in a row. Not the best moral booster right there but, rumors were going around that I would get 4 days off as the schedule went back to normal this week.
Believe it or not, (I did not), that actually happened. My normal days off are Monday and Tuesday but I had to work right on through them all the way to the weekend this past week. I finally got Sat and Sun off and now, since the schedule is going back to normal, I also get my Monday and Tuesday off which makes 4 days in a row.
Ok.
It sure would have been nice if the boss had let me know that in advance that was happening-would have made working those 10 fucking days in a row in the blistering heat a little easier since I would have something to look forward to, right?
Yah, communication, bosses. And throw your employees a fricken bone once in awhile.
So anyway, I finally get to the four days off and do what I normally do on days off. I clean the shit out of my house and stay up way too late at night. Whatever, it makes me happy. (I still don’t have my car--but that’s a whole nother story.)
Then, today rolls around. I finally have everything completely done. House is sparkling since I had extra days to do it this week. Everything looks good, smells good, is organized, in its place, washed, cleaned....I still have no fucking car....so I have absolutely nothing to do today. Which means I get to spend the entire day in bed, reading or watching t.v. or movies or browsing the internet, in my pajamas. That’s awesome.
I stayed up really late last night knowing that if I wanted to, I could sleep until 11, noon, 1pm if I so desired because I had nothing! to do.
And then I hear the fucking ringing.
It’s just past 9am.
I know who the hell that is without looking. Nobody calls me on a Tuesday this early in the morning. No, it’s not my car, those assholes don’t show up until about 11 am and then promptly leave for a 2 hour lunch. It’s work.
And they can fuck. the hell. right off.
Someone didn’t show up so they’re calling me to come in.
No.
Absolutely not.
First of all, I already fucking worked 10 fucking days in a row for you last fucking week. I am NOT working 6 days this week while everybody else continues to get their time off. No, no, no! I am not the only person who works here, you fucking find someone else.
Second of all, it’s never appreciated. Ever. There are no thank yous, there is no consideration for raises or promotions later on. There’s no extra bonus at Christmas. No one asks, “What day would you like off to replace this day?”
No, you know what you fucking get when you work this hard? “You look miserable and we can’t have that around here. You could lose your job.”
That’s what the fuck you get when you work your ass off for these people.
And you want me to come in on my day off again?
No.
Hell. No.
I’m not a slave, it’s fucking hot out there, I’m still tired after what you did to me the last two weeks, I need a break, I’m not the only one who works here you CAN find someone else, you don’t fucking appreciate it at ALL, and it’s easily forgotten as within the week, at some point, you’ll be calling us “fucking idiot” like you always do, to all of us, at various, random times.
We’re just a bunch of fucking idiots to you, we are mere bodies that drive boats, we’re not human to you, you consider us uneducated, a bunch of losers and have no respect for us. You know that some of us are college educated, you know that some of us don’t drink and do drugs, you know that some of us have a high positive feed back in customer service, you know that some of us have goals but you forget that and lump us all together as nothing more than numbers that can easily be replaced.
“If you don’t like it here, you can work somewhere else” is the standard answer instead of trying to find a way to right the problem.
No, kids, they do not care.
And because of that, I no longer care.
Remember, managers, supervisors, owners, CEOs, etc: It does start from the top. If you don’t care about your employees, they won’t care about you or your goals or what you want, either. If you want to know why there is this problem or that problem, start at your own desk.
