tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134467242024-03-24T02:08:55.350+08:00VIII Of SwordsWelcome to my private asylum.VIIIofSwordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17978204594014515613noreply@blogger.comBlogger319125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13446724.post-52022748271894281062014-12-15T11:44:00.000+08:002014-12-15T11:44:07.995+08:00So...Part II<a href="http://hisuifiction.blogspot.com/">Hisui Fiction!</a><br />
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Check out the blog of the friend I co-write <a href="http://www.lulu.com/shop/hisui-and-harvey-ong/darkness-stars/ebook/product-21320772.html"><i>Darkness & Stars</i></a> with. She's a lot better at this than I am.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Yes, I wrote a novel. Yes, it's self-published. Try not to be so completely shocked.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Hopefully, that day will come so deliciously soon.<br /><br />In case I haven't been <span style="font-style: italic;">crystal</span> clear, I actively and openly hate my bosses and I hope they all die or have some measure of sense beaten into them. Violently and continuously. It isn't any one big act of sheer stupidity that's gotten to me, unlike one of my former employers. No, my current office has managed at least avoid <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span>. This one, this...Asia1Pro (yes, I know, it is an insipidly stupid name and I avoid having to mention it whenever possible) has earned my displeasure by compounding numerous little things into the mix.<br /><br />I learned to live minus the USB ports, though the fact that they're still blocked is something I am still personally offended by. I still think their insistence on not letting us use them is stupid. I find my view of this worsened by their excuse, citing "security reasons." So...for the almost two years we've been using them, they <span style="font-style: italic;">weren't</span> a security risk? That's a flimsy excuse and you know it, Tengco. Sure, they reason that there is a perfectly workable alternative and that we can simply talk to the network admin to have them temporarily reactivated, but see...there's still a problem there.<br /><br />The alternatives mentioned have a tendency to fail rather miserably, and one of them has been a dismal failure for weeks now. Not that it was ever much use, considering that there was no way we could actually recover files from it. As for the network admin solution, it is a waste of time --- both the admin's <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> the employee's. So, what, each time I need to make a back-up of something, I need to talk to him, assuming he's even around? Wouldn't it be significantly simpler to just open everything up and get rid of the proverbial "middle man" in this?<br /><br />Then there's the numerous sites they've decided to block. I could care less about social networking plagues like Multiply and Facebook. Blocking those sites I can somewhat understand, even if they are (perhaps literally) among the few things that have kept the average employee in this company from becoming mindless drones on the job. I can empathize with them, mind you. I can understand how the blockage of these sites gives them a feeling of being stifled, of being deprived of what few available outlets they have to relax during the workday. But that's not my concern. My concern here is the fact that these morons have chosen to block YouTube and Photobucket.<br /><br />You have to wonder why, really. YouTube I can sort of understand. It is quite possible to end up losing yourself on that site without even trying. Plus, some of the videos can be a touch taxing on the already shitty Internet connection the office uses. But Photobucket? Come on, man. The site does not qualify as social networking, so you can't use that excuse. It is an image hosting service, and the search feature isn't even all that comprehensive. For what logical reason could you possibly block that site? Unless the only reason it was blocked was to spite people. You haven't even gotten around to blocking the inordinate amount of porn sites that some people apparently access on a semi-regular basis, for crying out loud.<br /><br />Oh, and let's not forget the fact that the guy who runs this hellhole of an office has decided it is against the rules to talk to each other. No, I do not mean that as a metaphor. He has blocked meebo, which means we are cut off from our individual, personal IM accounts. He has also issued a memo that basically can be summed up as "no talking, relaxing, or relieving stress during work."<br /><br />No, I am not joking. We cannot use IM accounts like AIM or MSN. We do have Jabber, but everyone knows he monitors everything that gets mentioned there and it'd be an outright intrusion of privacy if it wasn't so blatantly clear he's doing it. As for the "no talking" policy, I sincerely doubt anyone really cares about it. I'm certain everyone who knows of it ignores its very existence unless he's around, and from what I've seen, he's quite capable of violating it himself. Still, when he's actually present, people do have to pay the stupid thing lipservice, at least. I sometimes wonder if he's deliberately trying piss us off, or if he's intentionally ignoring the stupidity of said policy.<br /><br />I should not forget the most recent act of inexplicable stupidity, however. See, all of my previous employers, even the dumbass ones, have always had a relatively decent policy for holidays. Show up for work on a holiday, you get extra cash. Simple enough. There were no inherent confusions regarding what type of holiday it was, and certainly very few instances of us having no idea if we needed to show up for work or if it was optional. The current office? Now that's a bit of a story.<br /><br />I can sort of understand all those times when they attempted to find a loophole in the wording or legalities to get out of paying us what is <span style="font-style: italic;">rightfully ours by law</span>. But this recent...I can't even describe it. Let's go back to the previous holiday.<br /><br />We are informed that we are not required to show up for work if we don't want to, but will still be paid. Fine, most of us don't bother to show up. Who's going to pass up a long weekend, right? There's a hiccup to that, though. A hiccup, I might add, that the chain of command was well aware of prior to informing us we can choose not to show up for work. That hiccup is that, for some inane reason, the Department of Trade and Industry declares the field we happen to be working in as being exempt from the holiday. Never mind the sheer strangeness of being exempted from a declared holiday. The point is, the higher-ups <span style="font-style: italic;">knew</span> we were not counted and yet told us it was our option not to show up anyway. The next day, we come in, and we are not so subtly informed that we are all counted as absent, "no call, no show" for the day. Why? Because some insipid moron higher up the chain of command sent the wrong info and never bothered to correct it. It is not our fault that you got it wrong, and not our fault you were too stupid to do anything about it. Yet he took it out on <span style="font-style: italic;">us</span> anyway by not paying us for that day, instead of taking the responsibility for his mistake!<br /><br />Oh sure, try to fix it by having us all file sick leaves to get paid for it. That doesn't work because, you see, we weren't sick. By having us file those things, you are making us take responsibility for your mistake. That's not how a chain of command works, you sanctimonious sonovabitch. I haven't touched those sick leaves. I haven't touched my vacation leaves. I was not going to use them to cover up your inability to grasp the concept of "command responsibility!"<br /><br />Which brings us to today. Yet <span style="font-style: italic;">another</span> holiday. This one, for the past few years, has been consistently optional. We have never been required to show up for work for this particular holiday, and even when we don't, we get the regular daily pay rate. Yet, for some reason, this year, we have no idea. See, nobody seems to know whether we need to show up or not. The only way to know for sure is to ask the HR liaison/Admin assistant person. That, however, brings up a few issues.<br /><br />First, my shift clocks in at 0900 hours. The person in question clocks in later than that. What does this mean? Well, if I want to get paid either way, I need to clock in on-time. If I don't and there is work, I won't get paid despite actually being at work. Of course, even if there is no work, it'd be pointless. I've already clocked in and if I leave early, I am forfeiting my pay. So damned if I do, damned if I don't. Oh, and the person who knows whether or not we need to show up? She's on leave.<br /><br />Second issue is the simple fact that nobody seems to know whether or not the holiday even counts. For crying out loud, is it that hard to make a clear decision on whether or not it counts and inform us? If you and your delusional state of mind want us to sit in front of our piece of trash computers and attempt to do our jobs despite the atrocity that is the Internet connection we use, then why not just say so? It'd be far less aggravating than having us show up for work, clocking in, getting work done, and then telling us we've all just <span style="font-style:italic;">wasted our time</span>.<br /><br />I swear, if finding another job wasn't so damn <span style="font-style:italic;">inconvenient</span>, I suspect many of us would have left by now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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