The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Then I was A Year Older
And at work. Since 0400. It's that kind of day in Indy. If this was a starship, the engines would be moaning, the lights would be blinking, and we'd be well outside normal reality. That last may have genuinely been achieved this morning.
Feels that way. A professional peer described my employer's attitude towards my doing any side work as "they treat you like a field hand." Or, in fact, a surly Morlock; the company I work for made their big bucks in the newspaper business and as far as they are concerned, all technical employees are just like their notion of pressmen: a bizarre, grimy, incomprehensible underclass with no real intellect or understanding of the big picture.
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We've been outside of normal reality for some years now. And the Presidential Election of this year just reinforces that.
ReplyDeleteAnd do you owe your soul to the company store?
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Feels that way. A professional peer described my employer's attitude towards my doing any side work as "they treat you like a field hand." Or, in fact, a surly Morlock; the company I work for made their big bucks in the newspaper business and as far as they are concerned, all technical employees are just like their notion of pressmen: a bizarre, grimy, incomprehensible underclass with no real intellect or understanding of the big picture.
ReplyDeleteOh well, the pay is still pretty good.