A year and a half ago, I could have eviscerated him with my thoughts. Now I can barely hurt his feelings. Things used to be so much simpler.

Anya ,'Dirty Girls'


Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Amy - Apr 01, 2013 4:04:50 pm PDT #16862 of 30001
Because books.

Negotiating ~ma, flea!

I was essentially told a few weeks ago that I was lucky I got time off when Rob died, since I hadn't been there a year yet and wasn't entitled to vacation. There is no bereavement leave.

Oh my god. Sometimes I think there are no actual human beings left in corporate America at all.


sarameg - Apr 01, 2013 4:06:25 pm PDT #16863 of 30001

And Maria's employers aren't all that huge corporate. They're just garden-variety assholes!


le nubian - Apr 01, 2013 4:06:55 pm PDT #16864 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

brenda makes good points. let me add that my first job post-graduate school, I had a low salary. I was not the best negotiator back then, but what really bothered me years ago, is that the low salary in effect made sure I contributed a whole lot less to my retirement, and that is hundreds of thousands of dollars over a decade.

it does not feel good to press, but we have to because otherwise we will get shafted.


Maria - Apr 01, 2013 4:07:08 pm PDT #16865 of 30001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift

Amy, this is a family-owned dealership group. The dealer principal is a micromanaging, cranky SOB who treats all of his employees like crap.


le nubian - Apr 01, 2013 4:07:39 pm PDT #16866 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

I love companies who want their employees crying at their desks. it really aids in our productivity.


Amy - Apr 01, 2013 4:08:39 pm PDT #16867 of 30001
Because books.

Either way, assholes.

Also, I want brenda to be my negotiator if I ever have a decent job/offer.


Jesse - Apr 01, 2013 4:08:56 pm PDT #16868 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Yeah, I have let myself get less than maybe I should have (and am currently doing that still!), but at least I haven't worked for assholes.


brenda m - Apr 01, 2013 4:09:15 pm PDT #16869 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Man, Maria. I wish I could get you into my company. I don't mean to be all Pollyanna-y but I am so glad to work somewhere where performance is genuinely valued. I mean, it's not perfect by any means, but if you work hard and show results people notice.

Amy, this is a family-owned dealership group. The dealer principal is a micromanaging, cranky SOB who treats all of his employees like crap.

Ah. That is exactly the kind of privately owned fiefdom hell I escaped from. I was so happy to get back to Big Corporate America with all its bureaucracy and policies and standards of behavior and stuff.


Maria - Apr 01, 2013 4:11:33 pm PDT #16870 of 30001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift

The HR manager there is a friend of mine and we do a good job of separating friendship from work. She knows I'm moving back to PA. It says a lot when she told me she doesn't blame me and if there's anything she can do to help, just let her know. And it's ok by her if I somehow can't give a full two weeks' notice.

Telling, isn't it?


Dana - Apr 01, 2013 4:11:59 pm PDT #16871 of 30001
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."

No bereavement leave is just inhuman. I was bitter enough that though my company claims you can get up to a week, during the 18-month period where I had three family funerals (two grandparents and an aunt), I got four hours each time, which came out of my sick time. And none of these were local funerals, obviously.