Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Hum Drum
There must be an official industry term for this:
Trapped in a high salary, crap boring job that is the same every hour, day, week, year. Too scared to leave, too frightened to speak up in case of the dreaded "sideways career move" to another part of the company.
At one point we, "the team", were the best of the best. We were looked upon in great esteem and revered in the highest eschelons of the corporate infrastructure. We were like gods, paving the golden road ahead in the world of remote PC fixes, "the best of the best". Our names were engraved upon the wooden toilet seats of our directors and fanfares were sounded when our names were spoken in meetings.
I was their DemiGod. The bringer of light, chief fighter against evil and the writer of the holy and sacred batchfiles. Life was good. Work was a laugh, EVERY DAY! and it was real good fun.
"The light at the end of the tunnel just turned out to be the screen of another broken PC......."
How did it all turn into this rat-shit?
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Things are never as good as they used to be!
Support is not the place I once loved and enjoyed. I now find that an infrastructure / architectural role is a more 'fun' place to be. Still get involved with the interesting stuff and occasionaly get to play with some new toys.
Time for a change perhaps?
Why....
Because the great company we worked for was swallowed up by the Big American company that you now work for... Thats why
They bleed you dry of all enthusiassm and make you work like the pieces of shit they regard you as.
The good old days as I remember, Some work, all play and Subway Fridays,
Well I'm glad I'm out, Try it Tao... You might be surprised
Now I love going to work, sad as it may be... I don't care.
I'm defo "Too scared to leave, too frightened to speak up in case of the dreaded "sideways career move" to another part of the company."
I still remember with fondness, the worried looks of senior managers when an emergency meeting would be called, after another remote package had cocked up thousands of PC's.
Nervous twitches, and sweat furrowed brows stealing sideways glances across the shiny mahogany.
Nobody with a clue how to put it right.
Low murmurings of worried ness, and then our then boss, The Emperor himself, would state.
"I've got the boys on it."
"What, who, you mean......"
"Yea, Tao and Bigfoot. Taoski has batched it, and Cookie is applying it like the devil with a rash."
"Oh, thank shit for that" would be the resounding sigh of relief, and now upbeat comments from around the table."
"Right, now, who's for a game of bullshit bingo..........?”
We could always pull a fix from the "magic arse".
How luck I am to not be employed by some bastard who pays me a high salary, and expects me to do stuff that might not be fun.
now that's sarcasm
as well as bad proof reading!
8-]
How luck you are to be doing a nice creative job though... working with nice Macs all day too!
Just been to the Apple Store in Brum this lunchtime..... ahhh... oooOOoo!
Me wanna!
Macs are the tools of the Devil! Save yourself NOW before it's too late!
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