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Jett Superior laid this on you on || February 6, 2003 || 11:03 pm

If you’re one of those lucky fucks that likes your job, KUDOS! and this entry is more than likely not for you.

Entrebat, 6 February
(dood,fixyourarchivesIwantedtolinkthepostsindividually):
My other blog was simply a place for my feelings behind that mantle of who I was, and who I wanted to be. It was a place I thought I could let go and be free to say and feel whatever I wanted to say or feel. It was a place unfettered by reality. It was a place to let myself just go off; at least until my boss found out about the things I was saying (may she inherit a most heinous case of herpes).

Entrebat, 5 February:
My last post at my former site indicated that my blog was found by my employers former employers. I was fired that day and have been taking some time to decompress from the toil of the Corporation (Fzuk Off King Stan!) and to find new employment.

Most people that have read me for a while know that I don’t talk about my employment much, if at all, on this blog. Most people that know me know that my ‘reallyforreal’ job is not the only one I have; I do things of a creative nature (“Nuts and berries! Nuts and berries!”) that help along my income and give me satisfaction from the whole artsy-fartsy standpoint. I’m truly one of those people that feels “If I’m not creating, then I am dying.”

My choice to not speak much regarding my job is not really even a concious one, but it is a choice, nonetheless. If I don’t speak about my job, my employer, in theory, has no basis to fire me with regard to this blog. If I don’t speak about my job, it narrows the possibility (however marginal) that some nutjob fuckpuddle will show up there, grinning all goofy and sideways, drooling and lisping, wanting to shake my hand or look at my breasts (or look at my hand and shake my breasts; to each his own). My goatloving pal and legal counsel, Delmer Skeets McGee, occasionally shakes his finger at me over the openness with which I display my life, most especially in regards to my children. He worries that I will inflame someone with such fury or lust that my children will become targets. He offers up his opinion unsolicited and unapologetically, which is the mark of a true friend.

I remind him that I have a small arsenal and a bad attitude, neither of which I’m hesitant to employ if need be. Hear THAT, Mister or Mizrus Uninvited Drooly-Lispy-Goofysidewaysgrinning Nutjob Fuckpuddle? Buckshot, it’s what’s for dinner. If you’re uninvited. And you freak me out suitably.

Anyhow, I’ve read what’s over at Behind the Mantle in the past, and while the author does rail or bitch about his job in several of the posts, he never mentions the company by name, never pinpoints it geographically, never names co-workers.

What then, is the harm?

He’s not the first to be fired from his job based on voicing opinions or thoughts about the level of suckitude at his job; recall Doocedotcom, whose situation was very similar. Someone, again, who did not mention names, but who did call names and was fired for it, who was told quite unequivocally, “Your words displease us. Begone, foul creature!”

Really now…how many people put on the yoke each day and grind away, seething under it all? How many people have jobs they loathe but perform to standard or beyond so that they can pay the bills and be the good ole productive citizens that mommy and daddy raised them to be? Why are those people not allowed to express their displeasure as long as

ay) they’re not doing it on company time and
bee) they don’t utter the company’s name or directive?

Don’t give me any of that ‘biting the hand that feeds you’ horseshit. It’s a plus to like the work you do, to like your co-workers, to be able to get behind your company. The bare necessities, however, are that you do the job that you are assigned to do and you do it with a proficiency that makes it, to the company, worth signing your paycheck. Fuck, I don’t always enjoy doing the dishes, but I like to have clean plates to eat off of, so I do what I gotta do. That frame it up for you in a nice, understandable manner?

Likewise, don’t give me that ‘if they’re so blame unhappy then they should find another job’ horseshit. In many cases, those cases involving mortgages and braces and that pesky little thing called eating, finding another job is just not feasible and/or practical. What is practical is staying where you’ve got the 401K and the vacation time and the sick leave and the seniority vested. Maybe someday you’ll be lucky enough to retire with the body and spirit intact enough to sit on a beach somewhere, sipping Cerveza and flipping the bird large and proud in the direction of corporate headquarters if you are so inclined. The American Dream, baby.

So back to my original point, because I did really have one. That point is, “FUCK the oversensitive ninny employer who can’t get behind the concept of freedom of speech and FUCK the simpering bastard company that can’t abide free will and FUCK the corporations who squash the livelihoods of the people that DARE exercise both of the aforementioned.”

And that, to coin a phrase, will be all for now.

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  1. waistdog 2.7.2003

    I’ve got one of the worst bosses possible.

    He’s always whining about how there’s very little work.

    But we the employees should be happy to have jobs.

    On the other hand, he says that his employees are worthless slackers.

    And that if they just worked harder, he’d have more work for us to bitch about doing.

    You just can’t win.

    Being self-employed sucks.

     
  2. Entrebat 2.7.2003

    Thanks for the words Jett. Although losing my job sucked most heinously, it’s good to know that I wasn’t a total basketcase.

     
  3. delmer 2.10.2003

    Hey now, let’s have some accuracy in the media…I only shake my middle finger at you.

    And yes, I will give you (or anyone) my honest opinion regardless of want or request…just remember, free advice is worth every penny you pay for it!

     

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