Hey friends, what's poppin'? I've been uber-busy this week, trying to pack, find a place to live, masturbate, do performance evaluations, and respond to employee grievances and salary upgrades. It's been something else.
The place I'm trying to live hadn't called me. I had to call them several time to see if my lease application was accepted. Finally they said yes. Then told me they had just mailed the response to me. "Why did you mail the response? I told you I needed to move right away. I needed that information as soon as possible." The response? That's just the way they do it. Some people are too stupid to live. I'm really not sure if I'm going to move there after that shit.
Performance evaluations are the most boring things on Earth. I gotta lie to come up with good shit to say about staff, and I gotta soft soap the raw truth. Nobody's ever happy with what's said, but I don't think they realize how soft I'm actually being on them. Fuck 'em all, really.
The most interesting thing by far has been the grievances. I talk to the union, they get upset, start showing their asses, I ask are they finished, they say "yes", and I walk out of the room with shit laid down the way I want it to be. This one cat who didn't get his way made sure to let me know that "This place just keeps leaving a bad taste in my mouth. I've had it!" OK, muthafucka, I have a solution for ya...