Office Folk
The Office. The melting pot where the professionals mingle with the… not so professional.
Like the co-worker who sits in the cubicle in front of me… I don’t know how he manages to squeeze in his work inbetween his hectic schedule of youtube.com, youboob.it (NSFW!), indonesian forums, realestate.com.au, chain emails, etc. Ahem.
Or the Office Nelly who asks people to fetch his Granny Smith apple from underneath the bananas in the fruit basket, because he has a phobia of touching bananas. Might explain why he’s 42 and still single. Though that could also be ‘coz he’s camper than a row of tents. Heh.
Then there’s the Collective, which is a bunch of us who actually do work, but we’re really fucking pissed off right now, considering our payrises (fuck confidentiality, we’re comparing how much we got screwed) didn’t even meet CPI. Actually nowhere near reaching CPI.
But beyond that, the excuse Management gave us was that our payrise ‘pool’ wasn’t as large as they’d like (well duh) but get this; it’s due to the shares performing badly lately. (Who’s been pissing in the pool, huh? huh huh huh?)
Ahem, they got a 30% return last year and we didn’t see any of that, you fuckers.
Needless to say Management doesn’t have their payrises dependent upon the share price. Die already.
17.Mar.08 
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