improvement

I can’t really blog about work. Big brother is watching. But let’s just say I work amidst a sea of cubicles, where I and my co-slaves share the broken down look of inner sorrow that is only truly found on the countenance of government workers. In a well of darkened wretched damaged souls we dwell, beyond to the spectral light of life and hope, three levels of hell below the Motor Vehicle Department. The kind of karmic repository reserved for people that must have been murderers, Nazis, or Catholic school teachers in a past life. The medicals ok though. Anyway, flashback to a month ago, where at our weekly meeting, our manager berated us at length at the behest of the head of our department, about how we were the “worst unit in the department”. And since were so exceptionally incompetent at our jobs, the department head was reviewing the records of all of our work because it was so low grade. So it wasn’t an atypical day. Jump to today… when we were begrudgedley informed by that very same supervisor, that the department that measures quality had just given us an award for having the highest level, lowest error work in the department, and we were to be lined up for a group photo to be published in the company newsletter. Couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t. I informed my manager that were lines of hypocrisy that I would not cross, and there was no way in hell I would stand there for that propaganda shot. I stayed at my desk and worked. Oh well, it looks like going to be back to cleaning toilets for me. Might be an improvement.