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Some jobs are bad. And some jobs are BAD.

Month: November, 2011

Still going!

I’m still getting an overwhelmingly positive response to this blog!  Thousands of hits a day.  MANY of you brought to my attention patient zero for stupidity’s photo being taken down from my prior employer’s site.  This isn’t the first time they’ve done this, as I’m sure this isn’t the first time he has embarrassed the company.  Once this blows over (which, I suppose, depends, to an extent, whether you, the readers, allow it to), he will likely be placed back on the site.  I also got several hearty laughs out of the photoshopped pictures you all have sent me, using his photo.  For legal reasons, I cannot post these to the blog.  And to be perfectly honest, I’m not sure I would lower myself in that respect.  After all, isn’t posting a doctored photo of someone in questionable situations just as bad as insinuating that I engage in bestiality (that’s street slang for “animal sex”)?

Without naming names, I cannot count, on my fingers and toes (and I have all 20), the number of employees (in varying departments and positions) who are still working at this establishment, who have expressed their gratitude in my writing of this blog.  I am glad I could serve as a voice for you, as I know you do not have one in your position.  Please be careful, though;  I do not want this blog to compromise your career in any way.  That’s definitely not its intention.

I don’t know how long I can stretch this blog out, as I really don’t feel like kicking a dead horse, but there are a few things I would like to say, both to employees of my former employer who may be reading this, and to the many others who may stumble upon this blog:

1) If you are unsatisfied with your job, and don’t have the means to express it, I invite you to share your story, or stories, on this blog.  You can leave your submission in the form of a comment on any of the posts on this blog, and I will gladly post them as blog entries on your behalf.  As I did with my own posts, I will ensure that no personal information, or real names are used (as long as you don’t use them yourself).  I want this to be a safe place where people are allowed to express their grievances.  THE SAME GOES FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE STILL WORKING FOR MY PRIOR EMPLOYER.

2) Another powerful means of communicating to the outside world your work plights is through anonymous employer review sites.  Two that come to mind, for me, are http://www.jobbite.com and http://www.glassdoor.com .  These can be incredibly useful in raising awareness about companies that misbehave.

3) I would like to clarify that, while this blog was primarily reserved for grievances, I am a humble person and have never been ungrateful for having a job, ESPECIALLY in this economy.

 

I have at least one more entry planned.  I’m just sleepy this evening, so it will have to wait.  🙂

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Next steps.

If you’ve read my blog, you know that the saga is complete for me. I did my part, and I paid my dues. While my mother now fears for my life, given the potential for retaliation against me byy former employer, I must say that thus far, the aftermath of it all has been nothing short of poetic. Given the recent popularity of this blog, however, I feel it needs to continue.

Unfortunately, for me, I have managed to land a job that I actually enjoy; I enjoy the atmosphere, the people, and the executives (who, in a near-unfathomable display of humanity, actually know the names of, associate with, and accept feedback from their employees).

Given the response and feedback I’ve received from this little endeavor, I would like to extend an invitation.

Do you find yourself in a similar situation? Are you working a job that is destroying your soul? Do your superiors treat you like you’re sub-human? Have you no voice to express your frustrations or dilemmas? Is expressing a grievance grounds for unjust termination by your employer?

LET THIS BLOG BE YOUR OUTLET.

I will do everything in my power to maintain your anonymity. I will share neither your personal information, nor the email address from which you submit your story.

On the flip side, I am not omniscient; only you can ensure that no information is provided in your story which may tie your post to you.

So send me your horror stories. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. OTHER PEOPLE SHARE YOUR PLIGHT. IT’S TIME TO SPEAK UP.

Send your stories to the following email address:

boydoesmyjobsuckATgmailDOTcom

ALSO: If you REALLY want to get this out to the people, feel free to take the smart code attached in this post, and post it about your neighborhood, in public bathrooms, downtown, under parked cars’ windshield wipers (please obey your city’s laws with respect to this), on bulletin boards, etc. Anyone who scans it with their smartphone will be magically transported to the front door of this very blog, welcomed with open arms. IT’S MAGIC!

And be sure to “like” this blog via the Facebook widget.

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So…

So I didn’t receive the bonus I was hoping to get.  But on the flipside, as many of you are well aware, the comment left by the VP of my company on the prior post was bonus enough for me.  Not to mention the fact that it has, to an extent, catapulted this blog into the public eye.  I’m getting over a thousand views a day on this blog, and am now actually making money because of it.  I received SO MANY phone calls yesterday, both from prior and current employees, thanking me for this blog, saying that I have been a voice for so many people who were unable to speak up or express their grievances in the workplace (more specifically, my prior workplace).  So I guess in the end, I still win!

Still debating whether or not I want to return the phone calls of the media outlets who want the whole story on this mess.

It must be an unsettling feeling, knowing that the people who keep your wallet fat despise you with such a passion.  Or maybe that’s how they like it.  Who knows?  It would certainly make me nervous.

“You should never be so mad at someone that you’re not willing to make a buck off of them.” –Mr X.