It’s Like Revenge, Only With the Other Person's Best Interest in Mind
How many of you have been treated poorly in the past? Whether by a significant other, by an employer, or during a pelvic exam?
Did you take the ‘high road’ with the slim hope that you’ll come out better in the end? Did you steal a stapler and sue? Or did you give in to curiosity because there’s just something about a guy in a lab coat and latex gloves?
I believe I’ve mentioned my current “employment” situation. The one that lasts 6-months at a time? Yep. I’ve been restricted from attending corporate meetings, industry meetings, receiving a functional computer and additional work. All of which I’ve vehemently expressed to my superiors as vital to the growth of the department. Which we all know is bullshit, but pappa never got very far financially on his personality.
De-nied.
So we’ve decided it would be best to take the high road. It’s not that we’re allergic to latex, but if anyone should have the need to grab their ankles in the near future, it’s gonna be the ones’ who’ve been stickin’ it to us over the last few years.
In short, I’ve been working overtime* to visit my clients as well as bring several new ones aboard. This has ensured that my summer months would potentially be filled with at least two trips a week for the next 3-4 months. Under the assumption that my contract would be renewed. Good planning, right? Naturally.
To date, with only 12 days remaining, inquiries about my contract have gone unanswered.
News about my move has gone unshared.
I sit here in San Francisco and patiently await the arrival of my team. The same team that’s been non-HIPAA compliant about checking my prostate.
How do we spend the rest of our contracted days assuring my partner / supervisor has plenty of additional work to do this year?
Four words: Hotel Nikko Junior Suite.
More on this as it unfolds. . .
* Overtime defined as any time spent above and beyond the typical 10-hour work week including but not limited to breakfast, naps, lunch, Cops re-runs, naps, dinner, naps, travel time to Taco Bell, The Penthouse Club, or parent’s house for dinner and naps.
Did you take the ‘high road’ with the slim hope that you’ll come out better in the end? Did you steal a stapler and sue? Or did you give in to curiosity because there’s just something about a guy in a lab coat and latex gloves?
I believe I’ve mentioned my current “employment” situation. The one that lasts 6-months at a time? Yep. I’ve been restricted from attending corporate meetings, industry meetings, receiving a functional computer and additional work. All of which I’ve vehemently expressed to my superiors as vital to the growth of the department. Which we all know is bullshit, but pappa never got very far financially on his personality.
De-nied.
So we’ve decided it would be best to take the high road. It’s not that we’re allergic to latex, but if anyone should have the need to grab their ankles in the near future, it’s gonna be the ones’ who’ve been stickin’ it to us over the last few years.
In short, I’ve been working overtime* to visit my clients as well as bring several new ones aboard. This has ensured that my summer months would potentially be filled with at least two trips a week for the next 3-4 months. Under the assumption that my contract would be renewed. Good planning, right? Naturally.
To date, with only 12 days remaining, inquiries about my contract have gone unanswered.
News about my move has gone unshared.
I sit here in San Francisco and patiently await the arrival of my team. The same team that’s been non-HIPAA compliant about checking my prostate.
How do we spend the rest of our contracted days assuring my partner / supervisor has plenty of additional work to do this year?
Four words: Hotel Nikko Junior Suite.
More on this as it unfolds. . .
* Overtime defined as any time spent above and beyond the typical 10-hour work week including but not limited to breakfast, naps, lunch, Cops re-runs, naps, dinner, naps, travel time to Taco Bell, The Penthouse Club, or parent’s house for dinner and naps.
