To Corrupt A Popular Saying
In this Intro we will be covering a bit of manglement, entitlement, maliciousness, time-keeping and remuneration, a whole melange wrapped up in tingly malicious compliance for good measure.
Okay, we will begin by whanging on about Conrad's work regime, which I pontificate about every so often. Art!
This is where one gained access to Martin House, which is where I worked under Serco, all of a year and a half ago. The office was a huge open-plan area that seated probably a couple of hundred staff. Art!
This is what it looks like now, thanks to Serco losing the contract they had to service the Coyly Un-Named Allowance. One reason they lost it was because Martin House is in the very heart of Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell and is very expensive to lease.
Why is this relevant? Because the tale we are going to tell concerns the work-life balance and travel times. Conrad needed to catch two buses or a bus and tram to get to work, which could take two hours one-way if traffic was bad or there were roadworks. There were always roadworks.
Our Satisfied Indigent Narrator, hereafter SIN, was working part-time for a business run by friends, who were really friends. Pay was mediocre but was compensated for by the excellent atmosphere and SIN being allowed to set his own times. Art!
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Enter a person we shall call False Faithless 'Friend', and that last word is one SIN used, despite them only being an internet acquaintance with no face-to-face contact. FFF tried to poach SIN for her company, offering a full-time position with much better pay.
Nope, was SIN's considered response, thanks to the 2-hour commute that involved catching three trains just to get there. Sensible chap. That's 4 hours in travel time, with the risk of a delay or missed service meaning an increased risk of getting in late or arriving home only by 20:00 hours, whilst having to get up at 06:30 the next morning to be in for 09:00. Art!
A month later the other business came back with a new offer: 4x his current salary and being able to set his own hours, AND very importantly, getting paid overtime during the week and at weekends. SIN caved and started with the new business - which he was verrrry careful not to describe.
ANYWAY FFF discovered that he had been head-hunted by HR after rejecting her offer, that he'd accepted very generous terms and that - horror of horrors! - he was earning considerably more than her, This caused her to undergo a mental brookdown, which is when a problem becomes a running issue, made worse - O so much worse! - by the small and insignificant fact that she was his manager.
Ooops.
FFF, out of pure spite, betook it upon herself to try and force SIN to quit, in what sounds like attempted constructive dismissal, which would have left the business wide open to a lawsuit if she'd succeeded. art!
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FFF then began to laden SIN with extra work beyond their normal finish times, both during the week and at the weekend, no doubt rubbing her hands gleefully at the prospect of making SIN as miserable as - er - sin.
Well, one can tell that FFF had no oversight of payroll or employee salaries, nor a requirement to sign off on overtime, because SIN got 1.5 times their normal rate for weekly overtime and 2 times at weekends.
Conrad has done a bit of number-crunching with SIN's details, assuming that they remained in post for a year minus the first month it took FFF to get around to being maleficent.
Thus, we assume 6 hours extra worked per week, at 7.5 hours overtime pay, and 6 extra hours at the weekend, for another 12 hours extra overtime pay, rounding it up to 20 hours overtime per week. Multiply by four to make up a month, then by eleven for the rest of the year, and assuming a minimum of $20 per hour (probably a lot higher than that thanks to that 4x) we get 880 hours overtime, paying out $17,600. Art!
The cherry on the cake for SIN was informing FFF of the enormous amount of overtime payments they had accrued over time, all thanks to the attempted constructive dismissal.
Oooops.
Look Who's Not Having A Good Time Of It
If you cast your mind back almost a year ago, then you may recall that Donold Judas Trump launched his 'Trump Technology and Media Group' to lots of acclaim and bloviating and his supporters blindly buying up stock, in the anticipation that it would sky-rocket in value once he got back into the White House.
Sadly, this has not happened. Art!
This is from late Thursday and the markets were not kind to DJ Tango. The share price dropped by $0.56, which is quite a fall when your stock is only at $20 per share in the first place. We may come back to this next week, once the NASDAQ gets a shift on and Captain Cholesterol's brainworm has him spouting word salad again.
The Grumpy Gefreiter Gets Grousing
More succinct details from his journal, now moving on to the next day.
5th September 1944: Since Monday afternoon we've been at the demolished bridge over the Albert Canal. Terrorists take part in the battle. Alone I go back to Merxem J79. The whole way I didn't meet one German soldier.
Conrad's Commentary: One of the demolished bridges over the Albert Canal in Belgium. This is obviously after the Allies had taken control of both banks, or nobody would be standing around in the open. When GGG says 'Terrorists' he is referring to members of the Dutch Resistance, whom seem to be taking an open part in attempting to oust the Teutons from Holland. What he can't see is the DR sending information to the Allies via radios and telephones. As for the absence of Teuton soldiery, they would be well advised to remain hidden thanks to Allied control of the skies.
Our Journey With Bernie
Has taken a new direction, because he also published a sub-collection of 45 'Frankenstein' FPG cards in 1993, and I'm trying to see if I can pick up any of these. Art!
"I first became aware of the 'Frankenstein' monster when I was a kid, maybe 4 or 5 years old, when my mother took me to the movies.!
Well, I think that tells us a lot about young Bernie, exposed to horror films at the tender age of 5. Really, Mrs. Wrightson, couldn't you have just hired a babysitter? Look how your boy turned out!
From the results I got Googling this card and title, there may not be many available to illustrate with. We shall see.
Just Need A Small Item To Hit Count
This sidebar item from the feed will do, I've no idea why it came up out of nowhere but glad it did. Art!
Conrad unsure why a car website is whanging on about one of the 'V'-Bomber fleet but heigh-ho.
They may not feature it, so allow me to add THE VULCAN HOWL. This is when the pilot hits 97% power on the engines and sets off car alarms below the flight path if they're not high enough. It also taught a scornful wife a bit of a lesson; she was scoffing as the delta-dagger got closer and closer about how it wasn't that loud and then it was overhead and O MY GOOD LORD!
What a lot of orcs would have seen in their last moments had the Cold War gone hot.
Finally -
I think a final pot of non-caffeine containing tea and the stew for next week's lunches needs to be got going, so I shall bid you adieu.
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