This is a recording. Because of a situation that surely must make sense to some accountant or high executive somewhere, I worked late tonight and will go in earlier than usual tomorrow. There are a couple of crash-urgent, must-be-done-by-Christmas projects going on, neither one of which needed to be an emergency and one of which is really warm-weather work and yet, here I am, needing to be in two places at once. Again. Mind you, other than not having any time or energy left for actual Christmas, the extra pay does sort of constitute as close to a Christmas bonus as I have ever seen from these people.
The pay is good, yet in my line of work, the people who do the hands-on stuff are considered more of a bother than ever -- and then higher-ups ask you to do even more. I've checked and it's the same everywhere else. That actually doing actual things with your hands, even at a keyboard? It's considered horrid, untouchable stuff, the sort of thing no decent person would do. Somehow, those of us who do what I do are both an utter necessity and of no great value. Why is this? I don't know. I really don't know. I probably wouldn't want to know if I did.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
1 year ago