Rabbit in the headlights
Spotted through lovely boss's car windscreen on my way into work this morning.
Our Lord & Bastard, the person responsible for vetoing two years of officially sanctioned Xmas staff knees-ups at company expense, the person responsible for reducing the salary on offer moments after we'd interviewed a rarely worthwhile candidate, the person responsible for promising Doomsday drawings to impossible deadlines and insisting that we work late to fulfil his promises, was at it again this morning.
More Doomsday drawings required, by tea-time. Flighty young colleague went totally berserk and had to be sent home sick before he began smashing the office windows. Lovely boss was working hard trying to fulfil these latest impossible demands while I was trying to field all other drawing office requests for actual day-to-day running of field-operations business.
And then we had a power-cut. For a nano-second. We have no UPS so the servers went down, we lost all our work and the servers couldn't be re-booted.
Flighty young colleague sent me an SMS from home. He'd been halfway through a job application and lost it. Well actually, that was great news. He was finally trying to sort out a job where he won't feel punished every day for doing his job. Lovely boss and I were greatly cheered to hear that.
But of course lovely boss was under such immense pressure that he decided to drive home and work from there.
Naturally he gave me a lift to my flat where I cannot work from home because I have returned all my WfH equipment, though he told the Lord & Bastard that the reason I couldn't help was because I had already packed all my furniture and had no desk nor chair.
Later I called lovely boss at home to make absolutely sure that he wasn't working stupidly late for the L&B. We don't get overtime and we don't get time-off-in lieu so chucking short deadlines at us is slavery.
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