Faith, Or The Opposite Of Pride
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She Walked In Through The "Out" Door.
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Mood:
Cynical
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Location: Home.
Eating: The large supreme pizza I ordered last night while tipsy.
Listening: "Raspberry Beret" ~ Prince.
More developments from the PAS HR North American Tour yesterday afternoon. Around 3:00 PM (5:00 PM in Atlanta),
we received am email on the Field Service Engineering distribution list from one of our four managers, bidding us all a fond farewell. FSE Long Beach (all three of us) assembled in Hitoshi's cubicle to discuss this turn of events. This manager was closely associated with the project that has been whispered to be responsible for the $100 million loss that precepitated the reductions and it therefore made sense that he would be on the now-legendary "list"; however, he was one of our own, and we were stunned. Our own manager went on vacation to Germany (where he has a house and girlfriend) for three weeks last Monday and was incommunicado. We found this odd and speculation flew as to whether or not he'd actually "resigned" or was preparing to simply not return to the States. We scanned organization charts and determined that we have one director, three managers, three coordinators and two staff remaining--everyone but the three of us are in the Atlanta office. My hypothesis was that the Long Beach teleport would be closed down entirely or converted into a hub for satellite controllers (I noticed maintenance workers packing up the Satellite Operations archives yesterday afternoon--boxing all of the documentation and files and spiriting them away to places unknown) and we would be asked to transfer to Atlanta (the cost of living is about 1/3 of what it is in California--salaries wouldn't have to be as high--and energy bills would be cut by 1/5). Somber silence followed.
In the midst of this, I've determined that, were PAS a younger company, I could have t-shirts printed to mark the occasion:
PAS HUMAN RESOURCES NORTH AMERICAN TOUR 2001
Greenwich, CT July 23,24
Manhatten, New York City, NY July 25,26
Atlanta/Conyers, GA July 27
Long Beach, CA July 30
Manhatten Beach, CA July 31
Napa, CA August 1
And, on the front:
I Got Reduced By PanAmSat And All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt.
Somehow, I don't think these would get the reception they deserve in the current environment.
Parenthetically, paging through the new Pottery Barn catalogue I found in my mailbox this morning, it occurs to me that, where I'm from, it's considered insulting to take a perfectly good leather sofa, beat it repeatedly with a baseball bat, and then try to sell it to someone as "distressed".
I'm then reminded of an exchange I had last year with the clerk at Restoration Hardware in the Beverly Center. I had discovered a barrel of moon pies and some bottles of RC tucked into a corner and gleefully grabbed a few.
Clerk at the register: "You'll be using these for accents, then?"
Leigh: "No. I'll be using them for lunch."
Try to commodify my culture, will you? Bastards.
Location: Home.
Eating: The large supreme pizza I ordered last night while tipsy.
Listening: "Raspberry Beret" ~ Prince.
More developments from the PAS HR North American Tour yesterday afternoon. Around 3:00 PM (5:00 PM in Atlanta),
we received am email on the Field Service Engineering distribution list from one of our four managers, bidding us all a fond farewell. FSE Long Beach (all three of us) assembled in Hitoshi's cubicle to discuss this turn of events. This manager was closely associated with the project that has been whispered to be responsible for the $100 million loss that precepitated the reductions and it therefore made sense that he would be on the now-legendary "list"; however, he was one of our own, and we were stunned. Our own manager went on vacation to Germany (where he has a house and girlfriend) for three weeks last Monday and was incommunicado. We found this odd and speculation flew as to whether or not he'd actually "resigned" or was preparing to simply not return to the States. We scanned organization charts and determined that we have one director, three managers, three coordinators and two staff remaining--everyone but the three of us are in the Atlanta office. My hypothesis was that the Long Beach teleport would be closed down entirely or converted into a hub for satellite controllers (I noticed maintenance workers packing up the Satellite Operations archives yesterday afternoon--boxing all of the documentation and files and spiriting them away to places unknown) and we would be asked to transfer to Atlanta (the cost of living is about 1/3 of what it is in California--salaries wouldn't have to be as high--and energy bills would be cut by 1/5). Somber silence followed.
In the midst of this, I've determined that, were PAS a younger company, I could have t-shirts printed to mark the occasion:
PAS HUMAN RESOURCES NORTH AMERICAN TOUR 2001
Greenwich, CT July 23,24
Manhatten, New York City, NY July 25,26
Atlanta/Conyers, GA July 27
Long Beach, CA July 30
Manhatten Beach, CA July 31
Napa, CA August 1
And, on the front:
I Got Reduced By PanAmSat And All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt.
Somehow, I don't think these would get the reception they deserve in the current environment.
Parenthetically, paging through the new Pottery Barn catalogue I found in my mailbox this morning, it occurs to me that, where I'm from, it's considered insulting to take a perfectly good leather sofa, beat it repeatedly with a baseball bat, and then try to sell it to someone as "distressed".
I'm then reminded of an exchange I had last year with the clerk at Restoration Hardware in the Beverly Center. I had discovered a barrel of moon pies and some bottles of RC tucked into a corner and gleefully grabbed a few.
Clerk at the register: "You'll be using these for accents, then?"
Leigh: "No. I'll be using them for lunch."
Try to commodify my culture, will you? Bastards.
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