December 9th, 2006


Work again

I really don't know what to do.
Yeah, management sucks. Yeah, we really need to put our collective foot down.
But I'm on the border line of attendance already due to my ...actually being SICK. (I know, who'd believe that old line?) And frankly, if /I/ were management - no matter how many people strike on the holiday? I'd fire EVERYONE who that made it legal to fire. No sick time left? That's job abandonment. Bye-bye. Instant flush of problem people. Afterward, decide how to handle the rest.
So I'm very much on the fence.
Alternatively, or in addition, there's a plan to invade the next time management meets with employees. Send as many employees as possible to the meeting and all we have to do is sit, listen and be counted.
Not breaking out the pitchforks and torches, but milling around the castle walls in large numbers and giving dirty looks at the windows. Ya know?
Which again, is all well and good, but WHY are we doing this just before the Holidays when everyone is incredibly busy? "I've a spare minute. I think I'll drive into work and spend a few hours sitting in a room glaring at people. OR I could get to some of the cooking, baking, cleaning, shopping, angsting, writing, packing, driving, wrapping, decorating, how many relatives do you HAVE, omg what do I wear to that party..." Not to mention, "I could go on strike. That will give me time to balance my checkbook after all of this holiday shopping OMG I'M BROKE."
*le sigh*
Nice to know the smart people are in charge on BOTH sides of the aisle...
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BTW, if you hurry you can listen to Hot Buttered Rum on Acoustic Connections but the site updates on Saturday. (I think)

I'm feeling not entirely healthy. Did you know Nyquil no longer has a decongestant in it? WTH is up with that? So today I'm afraid the lyrics are darker. But the tune is VERY catchy. I don't feel like missing snow in Africa. (What?) Get over it.

When I was small I believed in Santa Claus
Though I knew it was my Dad
And I would hang up my stocking at Christmas
Open my presents and I'd be glad

But the last time I played Father Christmas
I stood outside a department store
A gang of kids came over and mugged me
And knocked my reindeer to the floor

They said:
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys.
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys

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