Because Everyone Likes Seeing A Bottomhole Get Their Come-Uppance
Particularly management who get promoted wildly beyond their level of competence and whom think that shouting and screaming at employees is the way to motivate and impress folks. These examples are mostly from South Canada, because European employers who behaved like this would rapidly find themselves 1) Unemployed and 2) In court on criminal charges. Art!
Yes yes yes, it's a double-barrelled sub-machine gun that has nothing whatsoever to do with manglement or IT, deal with it, because a picture of an office is deadly dull.
Okay, so Original Poster was an IT worker who was on about one-third of the annual salary he should have been, because manglement were penny-pinching cheapskates, until one of them left the business. His colleague got promoted to manager at the same time as a new, third, factory was added to his responsibilities. OP ends up working 16 hour days, seven days a week for a year before he grows a spine and informs his manager that he wants what the manager was earning as a colleague pre-promotion i.e. $90 thousand per annum. Art!
A factory
Manglement come back with an offer of $800 per annum, that's all they can afford. This is plainly lying, they now had only a single IT person whereas before they had two, combined salary $120 thousand, they're just being bottomholes. OP has warned them that if he doesn't get the salary, he's leaving.
Three months later, he's leaving. In goes his 2 weeks notice. Manglement immediately panic because it took them 6 months to recruit him, the three factories are all in the middle of Nowheresville and there are 0% IT technical staff in the vicinity. Art!
Epic and beautiful but utterly bereft of IT staff
OP then lays down a few critical facts that manglement ought to have been aware of. There is a hard limit of 90 minutes in the factories when anything - ANYTHING - IT-related malfunctions. After that point the company lost <deep breath> $218,000 per minute that connectivity was down. Or, if you like, $13 million per hour.
OP had officially finished working at the business and had turned in his company laptop and phone.
Then, at 02:00 the following morning, one of the factories suffers an IT breakdown. This would have been bad but fixable, because OP's old boss had been an IT technician and could have solved the problem.
Except he was off in Costa Rica with his new girlfriend and couldn't be reached.
Plant manglement, with "$218,000 PER SECOND" to the fore of their minds, tried to contact OP by phone and text and e-mail, pleading with him to come in and fix things. For free. At 02:00 in the morning. After he'd left the business.
OP explained a little more about why this was such an expensive procedure. The three factories supplied components to an automobile manufacturing plant, and if any of the three stopped for more than 2 hours, they were contractually obliged to pay the automobile plant 100% of all their costs, which on 10 production lines rapidly mounted up. He was looking at his phone and laughing like a drain for hours, so his old business ended up AT LEAST $26 million in the red. OP himself calculated it cost them at least $40 million - so their lines were down for 3 hours.
Ouch! That works out at 666 times what they would have paid out annually for his requested salary. I wonder what they had to say to OP's old boss when he got back from his holiday, or indeed if he had a job to return to?
Malgorithm
Hmmmm there is definitely something wrong with Blogger's traffic-counting algorithm as of late. Your Humble Scribe is seeing incredible levels of traffic, where daily totals are more like last month's weekly totals. Art!
There is a bit of a clue in the more detailed breakdown of the traffic stats, where they list by country. Art!
Seriously? BOOJUM! is that popular in Singapore? Colour me suspicious.
It Has Been Father's Day, After All
So who came to visit but Darling Daughter? Art!
The sunglasses proved to be entirely un-necessary as the sun has been hiding away all day. Indeed, late in the afternoon we had a thunderstorm. At least it washes the streets clean.
As is traditional, Sal left with more than she arrived, both Boddington's beer and a t-shirt, though she cavilled at the prospect of a pizza. "We do have food, you know," she informed us.
Our daughter, with food in her kitchen - who knew!
"City In The Sky"
Virginia Branson and her slightly-mysterious 'adviser' Mister Smith are quizzing about the Human Salvation Project and orbital space stations.
‘Just so.
My dad and Martin McCarthy were the first to get any of the Human
Salvation Projects off the ground – literally!
There were two other strands that other advisers were pursuing – underground
refuges or undersea ones. Nothing’s come
of any apart from Arcology One.’
Mister Smith’s bright eyes twinkled mischievously. He seemed privy to secret information.
‘That may change when the Little Crash comes about, eh?’
Harris went over Bonetti’s assertion that a minor catastrophe would
precede the big one, an event or series of events so bad that people would
assume it marked the beginning of the end.
Whereas the real End Of Everything really would be indisputable.
‘How come nobody knew that it was complete?’ asked
‘Hiding in plain sight, dear girl.
It’s been up there for twenty five years, so it’s part of a
long-accepted background environment.
The media landscape. Boring. Not news.
I suppose astronomers would be aware of its status, but they don’t drive
the news, do they, Mister Harris?’
The old boy remained pretty sharp, rued Harris. There were rumours of a gentleman’s agreement
amongst astronomers not to publicise the Bernal sphere’s construction or
completion, heresay that he’d never
been able to get to the bottom of -
‘Exactly!’
‘Who gets to go up?’ asked the teenager.
That's a lot of future Crashes stored up. Lay in your airbags. You can bet, as sure as Checkhov's Gun, that you're going to experience the Little Crash, because why else would an author mention it?
Let's Revisit Warsaw
Only in our heads. Don't forget, the South Canadian and British troops in Poland are there to prevent the Poles from attacking the Ruffians, because they would in a heartbeat. 97% of all Poles heartily loathe and despise the Ruffian state, just as they previously despised and loathed the Sinister state, and delivered artistic or literary stabs to the back whenever possible.
Thus we have two bonkers Polish film posters today. Art!
"The Birds"
Let me guess, 'Ptaki' is Polish for 'Birds'. Grotesque yet fitting. Art!
Ah yes, Walter beats the living tar out of the WRONG CAR. A film worth watching repeatedly - "The Big Lebowski".
The era of bonkers or terrifying or terrifyingly bonkers Polish film posters is mostly over, as they have become more staid and conventional as political freedom emerged from the corpse of the Sinister Union and Warsaw Pact. They are occasionally indulged in nowadays as special commissions <sad face>. But we'll always have Paris, Texas. Art!
Finally -
Just started watching 'Zombie Apocalypse' and yes, the cliches are so thick upon the waters that you could walk dry-shod over them. But it only cost 25p.
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